1, 2, 3, 4
you remind me of home
the paint cracks, where the water leaks
the rusty pipes that are just beneath my feat
you remind me of home
the heaters warm, that fills the room
of potpouri of dust and gas fills
you remind me of home
a broken bed, with dirty sheets
that creeks when i am shifting in my sleep
you remind me of home
in a suburban town, with nothing to do
patiently waiting for something to happen
but the foundation is crumbling
become one with the ground
while you lay there in slumber
you're wasting your life
wasting your life
you're wasting your life
wasting your life
you're wasting you're life
wasting your life
you're wasting your life
wasting your life
wasting your life
you remind me of home, sitting on a bristol couch
I'm trying to get this all down
