Dont feel like home, hes a little out And all these words elope, its nothing like your poem Putting in, in putting in, dont feel like methadone A scratching voice, all alone, its nothing like your baritone Its nothing as it seems, the little that he needs, its home The little that he sees is nothing, he concedes, its home
One uninvited chromosome, a blanket like the ozone Its nothing as it seems, all that he needs, its home The little that he frees, is nothing, he believes
Saving up a sunny day, something maybe two-tone Anything to call his own, a chip off the cornerstone Whos kidding, rainy day, a one-way ticket headstone Occupations overthrown, a whisper through a megaphone
Its nothing as it seems, the little that he needs, its home The little that he sees is nothing, he concedes, its home And all that he frees, a little bittersweet, its home Its nothing as it seems, the little that you see, its home
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