Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun

And the days blur into one

And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never doneSheets are swaying from an old clothesline

Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass

Was never much but we made the most
 [bad word] ho-o-o-o-ome

ho-o-o-o-ome...

ho-o-o-o-ome....

ho-o-o-o-ome....Ships are launching from my chest

Some have names but most do not

If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost
 [bad word] /tekst [bad word] [bad word] home-son-lyrics

Heal the scars from off my back

I don't need them anymore

You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars
 [bad word] ho-o-o-o-ome

ho-o-o-o-ome...

ho-o-o-o-ome....

ho-o-o-o-ome....All my nightmares escaped my head

Bar the door, please don't let them in

You were never supposed to leave

Now my head's splitting at the seams

And I don't know if I canHere, beneath my lungs, I feel your thumbs press into my skin again