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 dying 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.
