Peoria

I wake up in the afternoon, a quarter past four
I look up at the ceiling and wish that I'd done more
I walk along the crowded halls, there's nothing for me here
I wish I could've done some good
Maybe then there'd be less fear

In Peoria
All alone, sat in this home
On a trip far away from my own
On an air mattress, in the simplest sense
Deflated on the floor
In Peoria

I walk the city streets, at night I go out and creep
Walkin' down the road, and I'm for lookin' for ya
Trying to find some purpose, trying to tell myself to go home
I wanna drink away my sorrow
I head home, I do
And I walk through the front door
I'm greeted by my anthem, and this never-ending score
Trying to find some purpose, trying to go home

In Peoria
All alone, sat in this home
On a trip far away from my own
On an air mattress, in the simplest sense
Deflated on the floor
In Peoria

(Goddamn, I'm good!)