Go Home

It doesn't cost you much to escape from your brain
But you'll be paying back all of the debts you owe
in some form of pain
You're not special
You just happen to be good at the game
I'm not a rockstar
I just got a lot of things to say

It took me sixteen years to get to this place
And now that I am here oh
I wonder why it was such a race
I'm not a hero
I just think that you need to be saved
You're not a savior
You're the first one to run away

What did I do to ever deserve this?
Was simple pleasure, though it was superfluous
I don't make it home on time
I stay up late, you stay inside
There was no point, this is real life
And I will never, ever
Die
Die

So tell me what do I do with all this faith?
Cause clearly I can't put it in someone
who doesn't know their place
So I will try hard, I will try hard to win your race
If I lose to you, I will kill you and wear your face

What did I do to make you so discouraged?
Was simple pleasure, wasn't even important
I will go to bed on time
I won't go out, I'll stay inside
You shut me in, I'll shut you out
I've got to learn to watch my fucking
Mouth
Oh
Oh
Oh

My mother said it'll all be okay
My father echoes her in the same way
I wanted to go home
I chose to stay



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Deacon
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