Yes, my dear, i'm headed home
To sew your sails, and plug up all the holes
We're just out of gas, or our glory days have passed
I'm not sure which it is, but we'll know when these stitches hold or bust...
I've been sleeping in parking lots
I gave up my gold to a dream that rots
"love, it's time to choose, because i'm just tired of watching you lose."
So, yeah, i think it's time that i head home...
To cool your boiling skin,
And mend your broken bones
Breathe that blue plane air,
(is it still exceptional?)
And know why i'm not scared
(is it still exceptional?)
I've been sleeping in parking lots
I sold my soul to a dream that rots
"love, it's time to choose, because i'm just tired of watching you lose."
But i'm lost still... what is home?
It's not a place i need, or a place i know
Yeah, i know why i can go home
Is it still exceptional?
I've been sleeping in parking lots
You ripped out my circuits, and shut me off
"love, it's time to choose, because i'm just tired of watching you lose."
