Hair down, breath will follow
Unpacking the day from a suitcase unclaimed
Let go, but I could never
Get shoes off as soon as I got in the door
I'm not home here
I guess I'll wait out the weather
I'm not sold here
I want this, but better
Happy hours, plastic money
Reversing the work and the earnings unpaid
Top shelf and a night untethered
By the aches and the wakings of morning's remorse
I'm not home here
I guess I'll wait out the weather
I'll lay my bones here
I'm on the edge of together
But looking over,
I want this, but better
I take my clothes out the washing machine
Waiting for them to dry, but they never seem clean
Kicking my feet round the apartment floor
If I had what I wanted, would I still want more?
I take my clothes out the washing machine
Waiting for them to dry, but they never seem clean
Kicking my feet round the apartment floor
If I had what I wanted, would I still want more?
I take my clothes out the washing machine
Waiting for them to dry, but they never seem clean
Kicking my feet round the apartment floor
If I had what I wanted, would I still want more?
I'm not home here, I guess I'll wait out the weather
I'm not sold here, I want this, but better
I'll lay my bones here, I'm on the edge of together
But look, game over, I want this, but better
I'm not home here, I want this, but better