when you talked about going home and i realized you were talking
about a dorm room in another city, my head began to spin
it finally clicked that you don't think of this as home
and by the way you dot your i's, i can tell if you've been crying
i can see right through the subtleties in all of the little things you do, even when i don't want to

i'm sorry i don't know how it always comes to this
my heart might beat right out of my chest and ride off into the sunset
and i'm happy to let things go back to the way they were before, but first you need to know

that i'm aware that in my youth, i couldn't recognize the truth
for what it was until it blew up in my face
and though it's true that i'm not new to feeling lost, i must include
that i still don't know how the hell i got here in the first place
and god i'm afraid that any day, i'll lose my will to keep my faith
and throw my body down into the baltic sea
and as i plummet, i'll be humming that one song that you were drumming
on my pillow while i slept beside your feet
or was that just a dream?

i think i found a solution
i call it never leaving home
but i desperately need to warn you
i can't do this on my own
lately, i'm trying to stop feeling so caught up
in keeping everything to myself
just cause it's always better when
i can just drag down somebody else
i hope you feel better now.