Don't feel like home, has a little out
and all these words elope, it's nothing like poem,
putting in, inputting in, don't feel like methadone,
scratching voice all alone, it's nothing like your baritone

it's nothing as it seems, the little that he needs, it's home
the little that he sees, is nothing. He concedes, it's home

one univited chromosome, a blanket like the ozone.

it's nothing as it seems, all that he needs, it's home
the little tha the frees, is nothing, he believes

Saving up a sunny day, something maybe two tone
anything to call his own, chip off the cornerstone
who's kidding rainy day, one way ticket headstone
occupations overthrown, a whisper thru a megaphone

it's nothing as it seems, the little that he needs, it's home
the little that he sees, is nothing. He concedes, it's home
and all that he frees, a little bittersweet, it's home
it's nothing as it seems, the little that he see, it's home.