Home

My thoughts are concerning, I wish I had more control
Oh, where were we? I went down a rabbit hole
I climb out slowly and notice your cup is half-full
There's hope in me, I just needed to make a home, home

Home is where my head's at
But I don't like the furniture (hey)
Your soft lips are like a Xanax
Butters all my interiors

No, no, no, no, don't fuck this up
No, no, no, no, don't mess this one up
No, no, no, no, don't fuck this up
No, no, no, no, don't mess this one up

I can't mute them, fought all of these bad thoughts
Can't even use them, they're fears of the future from past
Where did you come from and where are you gonna go?
Keep your shoes on and don't make yourself at home (hey)

Home is where my head's at
But I don't like the furniture
Your soft lips are like a Xanax
Butters all my interiors

No, no, no, no, don't fuck this up (hey)
No, no, no, no, don't mess this one up
No, no, no, no, don't fuck this up
No, no, no, no, don't mess this one up

Hello my dear girl
Nah, nah, it's alright, you're doing well?
That major and minor talk Greek mythology business
It will never catch up
He's not even an E, ain't nobody else but you
What a face you have when you smile
Now two tears in the Nile
Their waters have ran dry, they've run their course
And all the Trojan horses and emotional head forces shall perish
Even if it's just for a while
Please grant my mate some peace, man
Peace that sits between the eyes
Peace that overrules all the fucking porkpies or how they like

Hello, my dear girl, how are you?
Don't worry, you're doing well
Welcome back, what's that then Con-Con?
Come on love
Let's go down to the pub