Home
I'm sick of all the problems, problems
Been drinking too often, often
I've been staying out late, out late
I know I said that I'd be home
But can I even call it-
Can I even call it home?
It's like a war zone when you're in it
But I rattle about in it when I'm here all alone
Tidy room, tidy mind, you leave the whole room a mess
I'm sick of being a pincushion for you when you were stressed
Too many nights I've made my bed
Laid in it and lied in it
I could pretend I'm better but really who am I tryna kid?
I ain't any better, my behaviour's just as foul as yours
Window's rattling from slamming doors, as you get out your claws
I'm sick of all the problems, problems
Been drinking too often, often
I've been staying out late, out late
I know I said that I'd be home
But can I even call it home?
When I don't even feel at home
Can I even call it-
Can I even call it home?
It's like a war zone when you're in it
But I rattle about in it when I'm here all alone
Tidy room, tidy mind, you leave the whole house a mess
I'd rather be outta her, she'd like me under house arrest
To think I bought the house to their security, and bricks and mortar
But this is torture, I resent you and everything I bought ya
Personality disorder potentially borderline
You think I'm bipolar, we're so up and down all the time
I'm sick of all the problems, problems
Been drinking too often, often
I've been staying out late, out late
I know I said that I'd be home
But can I even call it home?
When I don't even feel at home
Can I even call it-
Can I even call it home?
It's like a war zone when you're in it
But I rattle about in it when I'm here all alone
Tidy room, tidy mind, you left my whole world a state
What a twisted turn of fate
We're born to love but learn to hate
And I really can't take the stress
I'd rather spend my days alone or waste away
The day you left was the day the house became a home
I'm sick of all the problems, problems
Been drinking too often, often
I've been staying out late, out late
I know I said that I'd be home
But can I even call it home?
When I don't even feel at home
Can I even call it-
Been drinking too often, often
I've been staying out late, out late
I know I said that I'd be home
But can I even call it-
Can I even call it home?
It's like a war zone when you're in it
But I rattle about in it when I'm here all alone
Tidy room, tidy mind, you leave the whole room a mess
I'm sick of being a pincushion for you when you were stressed
Too many nights I've made my bed
Laid in it and lied in it
I could pretend I'm better but really who am I tryna kid?
I ain't any better, my behaviour's just as foul as yours
Window's rattling from slamming doors, as you get out your claws
I'm sick of all the problems, problems
Been drinking too often, often
I've been staying out late, out late
I know I said that I'd be home
But can I even call it home?
When I don't even feel at home
Can I even call it-
Can I even call it home?
It's like a war zone when you're in it
But I rattle about in it when I'm here all alone
Tidy room, tidy mind, you leave the whole house a mess
I'd rather be outta her, she'd like me under house arrest
To think I bought the house to their security, and bricks and mortar
But this is torture, I resent you and everything I bought ya
Personality disorder potentially borderline
You think I'm bipolar, we're so up and down all the time
I'm sick of all the problems, problems
Been drinking too often, often
I've been staying out late, out late
I know I said that I'd be home
But can I even call it home?
When I don't even feel at home
Can I even call it-
Can I even call it home?
It's like a war zone when you're in it
But I rattle about in it when I'm here all alone
Tidy room, tidy mind, you left my whole world a state
What a twisted turn of fate
We're born to love but learn to hate
And I really can't take the stress
I'd rather spend my days alone or waste away
The day you left was the day the house became a home
I'm sick of all the problems, problems
Been drinking too often, often
I've been staying out late, out late
I know I said that I'd be home
But can I even call it home?
When I don't even feel at home
Can I even call it-
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Manderson, Eddie Jenkins, Jon Hockings, Conor Daniel Bellis
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