Where is home?
I've been trying to find my way back there
For a piece of pie and some answers
This house with its hardwood floors and peeling paint
Hardly feels like home
This place where i lay my head at night
Feels so lonely
I might as well sleep in a hotel
With its unwelcome smell of cleaning supplies
And its flat, uninviting pillows
There is no one here to come home to,
To tell my day about
To scream at when things don't go my way
Or to catch me when i'm falling
Mom I wish you'd call and tell me to come back
To a place i once knew
That i know i couldn't wait to move out of
When i was just a wayward teenager
And the outside world was so much brighter
But I know that's not home anymore either
And I don't know where to pack my stuff and move to...
That bright fantastic world is dreary and terrifying,
And the road is so very long
Is home where it's easy to smile?
You sit back and watch your 32-inch digital tv and pet your dog
And every now and then you have sex on your leather couch
And you gaze at the stars from your custom-made balcony,
Overlooking a lawn that you've never had to cut yourself?
Is home where your husband or wife cooks you gourmet dinners
And then takes long bubble baths with you in your $6000 jacuzzi?
Well all I have is a shallow bathtub that can only fit one person,
And the closest i've had to gourmet is a frozen pizza
I'll never have to worry about sweaty naked bodies sticking to fine leather,
Because all i've got is a futon
And as for my dog,
I dont have one... just 3 pesty cats who think they own the place.
Home is not here...
Where is home?
Is it my dream house?
I dont even have one of those.
Is home in Allentown,
where my ex sleeps next to that backstabbing whore at night?
Is it the house where i used to live,
3 summers ago,
Where he and i played Scrabble in my one-room apartment
And things were never better,
and for $320 a month, i was free...
but i dont think i was home.
And here i sit,
In a house that still frightens me,
And i'm always cold despite the fact that our heat bill is $300
I sit here in a house that is full of sad memories
And with each thing that falls apart,
So does my heart
I wish I could pack my bags and go home,
But in all honesty, I wouldn't know where to go.
"Home is where the heart is," they say.
Well where is that, when you cant feel your heart anymore?
My heart left me and moved to my dreamhouse long ago,
And never bothered to leave me directions.
I've been trying to find my way back there
For a piece of pie and some answers
This house with its hardwood floors and peeling paint
Hardly feels like home
This place where i lay my head at night
Feels so lonely
I might as well sleep in a hotel
With its unwelcome smell of cleaning supplies
And its flat, uninviting pillows
There is no one here to come home to,
To tell my day about
To scream at when things don't go my way
Or to catch me when i'm falling
Mom I wish you'd call and tell me to come back
To a place i once knew
That i know i couldn't wait to move out of
When i was just a wayward teenager
And the outside world was so much brighter
But I know that's not home anymore either
And I don't know where to pack my stuff and move to...
That bright fantastic world is dreary and terrifying,
And the road is so very long
Is home where it's easy to smile?
You sit back and watch your 32-inch digital tv and pet your dog
And every now and then you have sex on your leather couch
And you gaze at the stars from your custom-made balcony,
Overlooking a lawn that you've never had to cut yourself?
Is home where your husband or wife cooks you gourmet dinners
And then takes long bubble baths with you in your $6000 jacuzzi?
Well all I have is a shallow bathtub that can only fit one person,
And the closest i've had to gourmet is a frozen pizza
I'll never have to worry about sweaty naked bodies sticking to fine leather,
Because all i've got is a futon
And as for my dog,
I dont have one... just 3 pesty cats who think they own the place.
Home is not here...
Where is home?
Is it my dream house?
I dont even have one of those.
Is home in Allentown,
where my ex sleeps next to that backstabbing whore at night?
Is it the house where i used to live,
3 summers ago,
Where he and i played Scrabble in my one-room apartment
And things were never better,
and for $320 a month, i was free...
but i dont think i was home.
And here i sit,
In a house that still frightens me,
And i'm always cold despite the fact that our heat bill is $300
I sit here in a house that is full of sad memories
And with each thing that falls apart,
So does my heart
I wish I could pack my bags and go home,
But in all honesty, I wouldn't know where to go.
"Home is where the heart is," they say.
Well where is that, when you cant feel your heart anymore?
My heart left me and moved to my dreamhouse long ago,
And never bothered to leave me directions.
