Go Home
Went walking again, I go out
And forget to tell any of my friends where I'm going
I'm just drunk on the side of the road in a ditch
Where you find me, I wanna go home, but I'm sick
There's more whiskey than blood in my veins
More tar than air in my lungs, the strung out call I make
Burned down on the edge of the highway
"I'm sorry for asking, but please, come take me home"
I quit talking again, but I know you're still listening
To see if I sleep or pierce my skin
Needles to the worn-out rags
The folds in my arms, the sickening black
And I haven't been taking my meds
So Lock all the cabinets and send me to bed
'Cause I know you're still worried I'm gonna get scared
'Cause I'm alone again, and I don't like the things I see
Home
Home
And I haven't been taking my meds
So lock all the cabinets, and send me to bed
'Cause I know you're still worried I'm gonna get scared again
And make my insides clean with your kitchen bleach
But I've kissed enough bathroom sinks
To make up for the lovers that never loved me
And I know my body is just dirty clothes
I'm tired of washing my hands
God, I wanna go home, home
And forget to tell any of my friends where I'm going
I'm just drunk on the side of the road in a ditch
Where you find me, I wanna go home, but I'm sick
There's more whiskey than blood in my veins
More tar than air in my lungs, the strung out call I make
Burned down on the edge of the highway
"I'm sorry for asking, but please, come take me home"
I quit talking again, but I know you're still listening
To see if I sleep or pierce my skin
Needles to the worn-out rags
The folds in my arms, the sickening black
And I haven't been taking my meds
So Lock all the cabinets and send me to bed
'Cause I know you're still worried I'm gonna get scared
'Cause I'm alone again, and I don't like the things I see
Home
Home
And I haven't been taking my meds
So lock all the cabinets, and send me to bed
'Cause I know you're still worried I'm gonna get scared again
And make my insides clean with your kitchen bleach
But I've kissed enough bathroom sinks
To make up for the lovers that never loved me
And I know my body is just dirty clothes
I'm tired of washing my hands
God, I wanna go home, home
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Writer(s): Julien Baker
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