Not A Home

Let go

It's a house, not a home, and it's broke, but I can't let go

I've been trying to keep it locked down, but I can't cope

Go to bed so late, I don't sleep

And the coffee's three days old at least

Spend another rack, shit i don't need

I don't see the void that void sees me

Haunted, buried under deep earth

(It's a house, not a home, and it's broke, but I can't let go)

Silence, dying in this cold dirt

(It's a house, not a home, it's broke, but I can't let go)

Never relax

So many ghosts in my head, might as well get a welcome mat

Just a house, not a home, but it's broke, better get that patched

Sleeping in so long, I look sick

I quit cigarettes, but I'm hooked on zyn

I thought it was a diamond, but it's made of glass

If you shatter that shit, clean the pieces up fast

Haunted, buried under deep earth

(It's a house, not a home, and it's broke, but I can't let go)

Silence, dying in this cold dirt

(It's a house, not a home, it's broke, but I can't let go)