here's something in the air
and it's seeping through the draft from my bedroom window
and into my head

and I can't see through my eyes like I used to
these records don't hit me the way that they used to
nothing feels the same anymore
home-life takes me from the reasons why i want to live
why does it have to be so hard
and i'm sorry I can't be better
or at least as good as I think I used to be

falling apart. I know you can see right through me
i'm so ashamed. No need to look at me no more.

there's something in the air
it's not going anywhere
there's something in the air
i'm not going anywhere
nowhere to go
but home
and i hate home