I've been terminally homesick
And I've been morbidly unhappy
This cost of living is killing me
Outside I keep to myself
When I speak I'm afraid of what comes out
So I won't say a single word
I won't leave the house
Or more accurately my studio apartment
Or more accurately my slumlord's shit box
I've been terminally homesick
And I've been morbidly unhappy
This cost of living is killing me
Divided I am falling apart
Maybe I should have stayed from the start
Maybe it's time to let go and give up on my dreams
Maybe it's time to let go and give up on me
It's time to let go and give up on my dreams
It's time to let go and give up on me
Maybe this isn't the place for me