do you say what you mean when you talk to yourself,
or just censor it all till' it's clean
cuz it seems when we meet, and we trade up words,
that you're reading a script from a scene
can you tell me a story that's not peppered up
with the roots of a four-lettered king?
i'm just trying to go home
don't beat me up, kid
i'm breathing too hard
to deal with this
and i know that it's four in the morning where i used to live
but it just seems so hard to believe
that taking a trip from the coast to the coast
is essentially time-travelling
so i'm taking my demons all down to the gym
and we're using up every machine
i'm just trying to go home
don't beat me up, kid
i'm breathing too hard
to deal with this
and i know that acceptance is boring, and peace is a drag
in that taco that you call a brain
if it were to happen that you tripped and fell
oh i know that would be such a shame
so i point to a tree and you look, then i run
and somewhere an old lady is laughing
i'm just trying to go home
don't beat me up, kid
i'm breathing too hard
to deal with this
and i know that it's one