Go Home - Audiotree Live Version
I went walkin' again, and go out and forget
To tell any of my friends where I'm goin'
I'm just drunk, the side of the road, in a ditch
When you find me, I wanna go home, I'm sick
There's more whiskey than blood in my veins
More tar than air in my lungs, the strung-out call I make
Burned down, the edge of the highway
"I'm sorry for askin', but please, come take me home"
I quit talkin' again, I know you're still listenin'
To see if I sleep or pierce my skin
Needles to the worn out rags
The folds in my arms, the sickenin' black
And I haven't been takin' my meds
So lock all the cabinets, send me to bed
'Cause I know you're still worried, I'm gonna get scared
'Cause I'm alone again, and I don't like the things I see
And I haven't been takin' my meds
So lock all the cabinets and send me to bed
'Cause I know you're still worried, I'm gonna get scared again
Try and make my insides clean with your kitchen bleach
But I've kissed enough bathroom sinks
To make up for the lovers that never loved me
And I know my body is just dirty clothes
I'm tired of washin' my hands, God, I wanna go home
To tell any of my friends where I'm goin'
I'm just drunk, the side of the road, in a ditch
When you find me, I wanna go home, I'm sick
There's more whiskey than blood in my veins
More tar than air in my lungs, the strung-out call I make
Burned down, the edge of the highway
"I'm sorry for askin', but please, come take me home"
I quit talkin' again, I know you're still listenin'
To see if I sleep or pierce my skin
Needles to the worn out rags
The folds in my arms, the sickenin' black
And I haven't been takin' my meds
So lock all the cabinets, send me to bed
'Cause I know you're still worried, I'm gonna get scared
'Cause I'm alone again, and I don't like the things I see
And I haven't been takin' my meds
So lock all the cabinets and send me to bed
'Cause I know you're still worried, I'm gonna get scared again
Try and make my insides clean with your kitchen bleach
But I've kissed enough bathroom sinks
To make up for the lovers that never loved me
And I know my body is just dirty clothes
I'm tired of washin' my hands, God, I wanna go home
Credits
Writer(s): Julien Baker
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