The Home I Know

Not gone to the party
Not friends with them all, no
Not gonna go out
With all the fears of marketing and money
It's not a bottle of fun
It's not part of the run
Just worried of what they say
I run somewhere in the middle of the night
I take their hand, possibly fate

The home I know
The home I know
I've gotta run far from all the money men, who am I

Skipping their
Party at
Bitching Bob's
And his mom's
A late thursday morning
Its the holiday, though
And my mind is graceful yet lost in time
Wishing now
I'm in the south of France
All this money, money, money, money

The home I know
The home I know
You've gotta run far from all the rancid men, who am I



Credits
Writer(s): Jackson Kosmacki
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