home, home
what is home?
where do you go
when you've got no real home?
when the tears block your sight
the interstate stretches to your right
and it's blocked by the lights
and you pretend music soothes your hands
and your feet that drag you between lands
acting like you've still got a hold on that band
like you're something grand
like you've got it planned
like it'll work out in the end
when all that you love just breaks and bends
you think you've got one real friend?
yeah, you say you're on the mend
god, you're just a worn-out trend
little girl with no hope
at the end of a noose-shaped rope
claims she can't cope
claims she ain't close
to finding her home
home, home, what is a home?
i can't say, i've got nowhere to go
is it this house where i've grown?
the words of a song in my bones?
the heartbeat i've come to known?
the blood in my veins,
the quake in the rain,
weakness in the chain
of a life gone insane
too much pain
not enough power
is it my hour
to stop where i cower
and take back who i am and who i wanna be
it's time for you to see
what life has done to me
1 AM scrambling up trees
a bunch of kids who don't mean a thing
looking through the darkness searching for the king
god, i wonder where he could be...
we could be arrested for trespassing!
but, ********* no one thinks these things but me
i'm screaming!
but i'm silent
no use trying to fight it
standing in the quiet
brain wants to riot
drenched from the rain
crawl back to our rooms not knowing our names
you'd think we're insane
but i'm the only player in that game
home, home, what is a home?
is it where i go when i'm all alone?
or i come in silently
the girls trying to follow me
boys running far from me
roommate's asleep
tiptoe to my sheets
ain't no point to weep
honey, i know i'm in too deep
wake up, sunshine
tell the girls i'm fine
downstairs, where we dine
new meals all mine
sunday mornings smell of wine
but i'm too good, no, i stay in line
one more week, closer to home
but i'll still be lost, no one knows
home, home, what is home?
who is there when i've got nowhere to go?
with the stars in his eyes and the songs in his bones
yeah, he's the only one who knows
home, home, that's my home
the only one i could really know
and it's dumb and it's wrong
i ask him "where do i belong?"
he says "i know you can't stay long"
sings and plays all his songs
then we dance like it matters
the kids all scatter
we sit alone til the midnight shatters
dressed up in all red like i care
the silence is more than i can bear
on my skin the chill of the air
"i'll be here for you, i swear"
he swears, he promises, his heart he shares
but no, i don't believe he really cares
home, home, what's a home?
a boy in a plaid shirt, he's my home
maybe it's wrong, but it's what i know
and the gunshots, they just go to show
no one on this ****** planet knows
maybe no one really has a home
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
home, home
what is home?
where do you go
when you've got no real home?
when the tears block your sight
the interstate stretches to your right
and it's blocked by the lights
and you pretend music soothes your hands
and your feet that drag you between lands
acting like you've still got a hold on that band
like you're something grand
like you've got it planned
like it'll work out in the end
when all that you love just breaks and bends
you think you've got one real friend?
yeah, you say you're on the mend
god, you're just a worn-out trend
little girl with no hope
at the end of a noose-shaped rope
claims she can't cope
claims she ain't close
to finding her home
home, home, what is a home?
i can't say, i've got nowhere to go
is it this house where i've grown?
the words of a song in my bones?
the heartbeat i've come to known?
the blood in my veins,
the quake in the rain,
weakness in the chain
of a life gone insane
too much pain
not enough power
is it my hour
to stop where i cower
and take back who i am and who i wanna be
it's time for you to see
what life has done to me
1 AM scrambling up trees
a bunch of kids who don't mean a thing
looking through the darkness searching for the king
god, i wonder where he could be...
we could be arrested for trespassing!
but, ********* no one thinks these things but me
i'm screaming!
but i'm silent
no use trying to fight it
standing in the quiet
brain wants to riot
drenched from the rain
crawl back to our rooms not knowing our names
you'd think we're insane
but i'm the only player in that game
home, home, what is a home?
is it where i go when i'm all alone?
or i come in silently
the girls trying to follow me
boys running far from me
roommate's asleep
tiptoe to my sheets
ain't no point to weep
honey, i know i'm in too deep
wake up, sunshine
tell the girls i'm fine
downstairs, where we dine
new meals all mine
sunday mornings smell of wine
but i'm too good, no, i stay in line
one more week, closer to home
but i'll still be lost, no one knows
home, home, what is home?
who is there when i've got nowhere to go?
with the stars in his eyes and the songs in his bones
yeah, he's the only one who knows
home, home, that's my home
the only one i could really know
and it's dumb and it's wrong
i ask him "where do i belong?"
he says "i know you can't stay long"
sings and plays all his songs
then we dance like it matters
the kids all scatter
we sit alone til the midnight shatters
dressed up in all red like i care
the silence is more than i can bear
on my skin the chill of the air
"i'll be here for you, i swear"
he swears, he promises, his heart he shares
but no, i don't believe he really cares
home, home, what's a home?
a boy in a plaid shirt, he's my home
maybe it's wrong, but it's what i know
and the gunshots, they just go to show
no one on this ****** planet knows
maybe no one really has a home
what the hell is this
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