I went walking again I'll go out and forget to tell any of my friends where I'm going I'm just drunk on the side of the road in a ditch when you find me – I wanna go home, but 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 on the edge of the highway "I'm sorry for asking, but please, come take me home"
I quit talking again But I know you're still listening to see if I sleep or I pierce my skin Needles to the worn out rags The folds in my arms, the sickening black And I haven't been taking my meds 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 taking 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 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 washing my hands God, I wanna go homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
