Where you from? I say Toronto, but not really The TTC didn't reach as far as we were outside the city I'm kinda from LA now But it still feels wrong to say it Eleven years, six places later Doesn't mean that I can claim it I've got more memories on Melrose than anywhere else Tuesday poets saying things like Home's wherever you're yourself My mom's parents were Hungarian But all I know about that country Is they're super anti-immigrant And super fire salami My dad's side has been Canadian A hundred years or something I won't touch a 23andMe 'Cause I'm scared I might be Russian I still keep kinda kosher And the ancestors inside of me Got the allergies, the asthma And the generalized anxiety My mom spoke seven languages And only taught me one I'm learning Spanish as an adult Just to feel like I'm her son I wanna keep her curiosity Her adventures, and her eyes Leave her vodka sodas And her readiness to die I don't know why I feel the most myself In places I've never been With people I don't know Maybe it's 'cause being out of place is so familiar Not where I'm supposed to be But with nowhere else to go Listening quietly, and hearing a voice say Hey, make yourself at home Make yourself at home Make yourself at home Mmm, hey, make yourself at home Make yourself at home Make yourself at home Mmm, hey, make yourself at home Make yourself at home Make yourself at home Mmm, hey, make yourself at home Make yourself at home Make yourself at home