Homesick For Nowhere

It wasn't one of those places
    Where initials were carved into tree trunks
    Circled by a crude heart, pierced by a crude arrow
It was one of those places
   Where everyone knew someone
   Who had been taken away
It wasn't one of those places
   Where friends called each other clever nicknames
   Unless Asshole counted as a clever nickname  

It was one of those places where
     Eventually, someone would steal your bike
     Eventually, you were going to have to fight
     Eventually, you ended up carrying a gun or knife
     Eventually, nothing would ever feel right 

Hard to feel homesick for a hole in the ground