If this all breaks down again
Will you fill my hour glass with sand
Of all the things I cannot stand
Mostly reflections of this broken man
Moments standing on their hands
Smiles turned frowns always damned
Can’t I just come back home
If the dust settles on the other side
Will the mirror put down it’s pride
Can I just take all this in stride
Instead of taking roads that hide
This serpent tongue that loves it’s lies
Always whispering my sweet demise
I just want to go back home
So close to taste, too far to see
The untruthful words to be believed
I Hold myself from being freed
All the times I’ve been self deceived
In my gutter I sit unrelieved
I burn what’s to love and it’s ash I breathe
Home, my home, please come back
All this time spent lost and never found
Some one stole you and tore you down
I walk these streets looking all around
And all I see can see are the memories drowned
I don’t know if I’ll hear your calling sound
This loss is like being barbed wired bound
Can’t I just come back home
Home, My home.