When I come home I know it's you that I'll find Pacing the floors once again I know that I'm bored I'm staying in bed too long Counting the holes in the door
Damaged is the way I feel My life is running away
Alone I'm a mess I don't care how long it's been I know I'm just wasting away The clothes on the floor Just like the mountains outside The prison I live every day
I want to know if this is real All of these things that I feel I want to know if this is real All of these things that I feel
When I come home I know it's you that I'll find Pacing the floors once again