I need to cut my fingernails,
And I avoid reflections
they're not help to my cause,
I quote a line from a movie that
seems funny at the time,
No I won't say it again,
I had a dream that I learnt to write,
on the phone I can't get the time right,
On the next train when it
comes now I'm coming home,
I get excited by an interesting moment,
Then I liken it to something
that I've heard of before,
I try to censor all my senses at once resulting
in the fact that I am terminally bored,
I was born to stay awake,
I don't want to think of how much more I can take,
I'll catch the next
train when it comes,
Now I'm coming home,
I lay wake and I dream of sleep,
Well I'm no good with numbers so
I'm fucking all the sheep,
My eyes are closed but my
mine is closed too,
I don't know what that means
so I won't say it again,
Such a straggle to stay awake,
don't want to think of how much more I can take,
I guess the bus is leaving soon,
now I'm coming
home.
Enough said, too much room in my heard,
I'm missing all our dy ing plants,
I miss the warm bed,
a longing sense is so hard to attack,
I think of all the good things now
I want to comes back,
I'm not complaining about
the life I'm in,
If I did I wouldn't know where to begin,
So I will shut up, turn on the light,
now I'm coming home
Well I'm on the next train when it comes,
now I'm coming home,
And I guess the bus is leaving soon,
now I'm coming home.