Just Like Home
Bad ideas are ripe for the picking
You've got a rash from the wounds you've been licking
Your armour's torn, so you wear a frown on the bathroom floor
Where you're safe and sound
And it feels just like home
When you sink like a stone
But you breathe just for show
And they wish you good luck on your trip
But little do they know
That you smile, and you wave with an anchor still tied to your toes
The time's never right 'cause the clock won't quit ticking
You've got a scar from the scab you keep picking
Your mask slips off when you hit the burner
The monsters know who you really are
And it feels just like home
When you sink like a stone
But you breathe just for show
And they wish you good luck on your trip
But little do they know
That you smile, and you wave with an anchor still tied to your toes
Now you're still being so tough (another cause of fear)
Our love's a holy fool (our love's a holy fool)
But now I know too much (have I had not enough?)
And something's missing, and something's missing
And it feels just like home
When you sink like a stone
But you breathe just for show
And they wish you good luck on your trip
But little do they know
That you smile, and you wave with an anchor still tied
With an anchor still tied to your toes
You've got a rash from the wounds you've been licking
Your armour's torn, so you wear a frown on the bathroom floor
Where you're safe and sound
And it feels just like home
When you sink like a stone
But you breathe just for show
And they wish you good luck on your trip
But little do they know
That you smile, and you wave with an anchor still tied to your toes
The time's never right 'cause the clock won't quit ticking
You've got a scar from the scab you keep picking
Your mask slips off when you hit the burner
The monsters know who you really are
And it feels just like home
When you sink like a stone
But you breathe just for show
And they wish you good luck on your trip
But little do they know
That you smile, and you wave with an anchor still tied to your toes
Now you're still being so tough (another cause of fear)
Our love's a holy fool (our love's a holy fool)
But now I know too much (have I had not enough?)
And something's missing, and something's missing
And it feels just like home
When you sink like a stone
But you breathe just for show
And they wish you good luck on your trip
But little do they know
That you smile, and you wave with an anchor still tied
With an anchor still tied to your toes
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Guglielmo, Jack O'shea, Anthony Raneri, Nick Ghanbarian
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