Yes this is my house, but this house is not a home,
i struggle to find my own among the ones who seem so whole,
i fear that ill never be half of whats asked of me
but who are they to preach about a life that they don't lead
if i ever taste defeat ill lick my lips and ill agree
that this time its mine and i know nothing comes for free
so shine like a dime, know it works itself out in time
as long as i keep sane in my mind i know that ill be fine
the biggest problem i can find is these bags under my eyes
heavy like i've been cryin, but im just high tryin
drinking fine wine in the sunshine for a lifetime
or maybe im just high daydreaming of when ill fly