(Houston) [bad word] home,
I'm not bound anymore on the brink of nothing
I'm just starting something.
I am dog boy, overwhelmed, unemployed,
An [bad word] of outbursts but I'm just saying it first.
I don't want to lose everything that we grew.
I'm not cutting you down, I'm just carrying the axe.
Knowing it's half bad, knowing its a little sad
and theres blood on our hands, I hate this.
No one at the wheel,
everyone is here to feel,

 [bad word] home.
We aren't sound anymore,
I can't build a purpose in this falling [bad word] 

I'm not tearing it down, I just can't find the sound.
I'm disarming the bomb before it goes off.

Knowing it's half bad,
Knowing it's all smiling sad.
And the gun in my hand is empty.

I am Mr. Guilt, everyone is here to feel.

I thank you all so much for my next trick, next trip, drive home.

No hard feelings.