My thoughts are concerning, I wish I had more control
Oh, where were we? I went down a rabbit hole
I climb out slowly and notice your cup is half-full
There's hope in me, I just needed to make a home
Home
Home is where my head's at
But I don't like the furniture
Yours are ??? like a Xanax
But it's all my interiors
No, no, no, no, don't fuck this up
No, no, no, no, don't mess this one up
No, no, no, no, don't fuck this up
No, no, no, no, don't mess this one up
I can't mute them, fought all of these bad thoughts
Can't even use them, they're fears of the future from past
Where did you come from and when are you gonna go?
Keep your shoes on and don't make yourself at
Home
Home is where my head's at
But I don't like the furniture
Yours are ??? like a Xanax
But it's all my interiors
No, no, no, no, don't fuck this up
No, no, no, no, don't mess this one up
No, no, no, no, don't fuck this up
No, no, no, no, don't mess this one up
Hello, my dear girl
Nah, nah, it's alright, you're doing well
That ??? talk, Greek mythology business
It will never catch up
He's not ???, ain't nobody else but you
What a face you have when you smile
Now ???
Their waters have ran dry, they've ran their course
An older Trojan horse is an emotional head force of self-perish
Even if it's just for a while
Please grant my mate some peace, man
Peace that sits between the eyes
Peace that overrules all the fucking porkpies or how they like
Hello, my dear girl, how are you?
Don't worry, you're doing well
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Come on, love
Let's go down to the pub
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