Come Home

Called in sick to work today

I couldn't have gotten a damn thing done anyhow

Made myself some coffee and

I listened to the rain rattling leaves

Yeah

I told myself there's nothing wrong

And stared right through the paper for a long

Long time

Stuck inside your dream so long it wears

You down and grows you old

And that's a fact

Cold light comes to clear the fog away from time to time

It'll be back soon

I used to think that justic

Had to rule for happy lives

But now I'm not so sure at all

Come home

Why don't you come home

I could not remember why you left

And I'd rather been happy than right this time

Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba

Called my dad to check in and to

Maybe find some common sense

More or less

He says common sense is such a scam

And I'm like 'Dad what do you mean

Oh'

He says you're either wrong or right

And life will go on either way whatever

You chose

But I know

That anger's all right

And bitterness no

Cold uncontrollably sad

And unable to let it go

And it should be as easy as telling a scab from a scar

Well I don't know

Well I don't know

Well I don't know

Well I don't know

Well I don't know

Well I don't know

Called in sick to work today

I couldn't have gotten a damn thing done