Just Like Home

Bad ideas are ripe for the picking
You've got a rash
From the wounds you've been licking
Your armor's torn
So you wear a frown on the bathroom floor
Where you're safe and sound

And it feels just like home
When you sink like a stone
But you breathe just for show
And they wish you good luck on your trip
But little do they know
That you smile and you wave
With an anchor still tied to your toes

The time's never right
'Cause the clock won't quit ticking
You've got a scar from the scab you keep picking
Your mask slips off when you hit the bar
Now the monsters know who you really are

And it feels just like home
When you sink like a stone
But you breathe just for show
And they wish you good luck on your trip
But little do they know
That you smile and you wave
With an anchor still tied to your toes

I used to be so tough (I never caused a scene)
When I was a holy fool (I was a holy fool)
But now I know too much (and somehow not enough)
And something's missing
And something's missing

And it feels just like home
When you sink like a stone
But you breath just for show
And they wish you good luck on your trip
But little do they know
That you smile and you wave
With an anchor still tied
With an anchor still tied to your toes