Roots

I can't go home again
It will split me into two
I loathe my clothes again
They just remind me of my roots
Now the scratch on the chalkboard says come on boy get out of your tomb
But the look in your eyes and your tone suggests that I am straight out the womb

I lost control again
And now I feel like somebody new
I crashed my car again
It just felt like the right thing to do
Meanwhile your mother and father and brother and sister are through
They're sick of listening to you grasp at straws trying to find an excuse

And now I can't be your puppet
So baby sound the trumpets
And crack that bottle open
So that I can be your outlet
And now I can't feel my roots
And I miss feeling you

And when it's dark you know you can reach me
Don't go OD on your own stupidity
Believe in me is all I can preach
Will you turn it around? It's not too late to be heaven bound, I'm on my knees



Credits
Writer(s): Wes Millhouse
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