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I've been walking again
I go out and forget to tell any of my friends where I'm going
I'm drunk on the side of a road in a ditch when you find me
I wanna go home, I'm sick
There's there's more whisky than blood in my veins
More tar than air in my lungs
The strung out call I make
Burned out at the edge of the highway
I'm sorry for asking but please come take me home
I quit talking again
I know you're still listening
I see you fell asleep
It pierced my skin
Needles to the worn out wrecks
The folds in my arms are sticking in blood
And I haven't been taking my meds
Lock all the cabinets, send me to bed
Because I know you're still worried I'm gonna get scared
Because I'm alone again and I don't like the things I see
And I haven't been taking my meds
So lock all the cabinets send me to bed
Because I know you're still worried
I'm gonna get scared again
And make my insides clean with the kitchen bleach
I've kissed enough bathroom sink
To make up for the lovers that never loved me
And I know that my body is just dirty cloths
I'm tired of washing my hands and I wanna go home
I go out and forget to tell any of my friends where I'm going
I'm drunk on the side of a road in a ditch when you find me
I wanna go home, I'm sick
There's there's more whisky than blood in my veins
More tar than air in my lungs
The strung out call I make
Burned out at the edge of the highway
I'm sorry for asking but please come take me home
I quit talking again
I know you're still listening
I see you fell asleep
It pierced my skin
Needles to the worn out wrecks
The folds in my arms are sticking in blood
And I haven't been taking my meds
Lock all the cabinets, send me to bed
Because I know you're still worried I'm gonna get scared
Because I'm alone again and I don't like the things I see
And I haven't been taking my meds
So lock all the cabinets send me to bed
Because I know you're still worried
I'm gonna get scared again
And make my insides clean with the kitchen bleach
I've kissed enough bathroom sink
To make up for the lovers that never loved me
And I know that my body is just dirty cloths
I'm tired of washing my hands and I wanna go home
Credits
Writer(s): Andy Stochansky, John Rzeznik
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