Home Sick

Home
Nowhere else to be
Alone
Increasingly the company you keep
For the sake of god trying so hard to sleep
And in the wake of having worked your
Self to death
You compromise and
Tunnel yourself in
With the mice and the voles

The living so cluttered so
Collect your thoughts like scalps
To give away for nothing
For free

If flipping cushions over could get you
Over it then you'd
Happily be clean

But as it stands
You've got nowhere
To be

Waiting for you
Like a dog
Sick in bed
Looking for something to change
Missing the days I'm
Emaciated
Shallow and vain
Digging up nothing
Look in the mirror and
Turn away
Waiting for something to change
Like me

Home
Won't you just come home
Won't you just come home
Won't you just come home



Credits
Writer(s): Jonah Kaul
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