somewhere to fall

Must be nice not feeling that you have to vote

Must be nice not having to care whose in control

But I'm clawin' and I'm scratchin' at any hope

And I'm askin' what does it feel like to have somewhere to fall?

Is there a home away from home?

Are you summering in Rome?

Are your tuition fees pre-paid?

Do your parents hire a maid?

To clean up all your mess

And hide your secret cigarettes

I'm not 'playing chef, I have to do this to survive

When did morning juice become a luxury?

When did food variety become a designer brand?

I'm clawin' and I'm scratchin' at heavens door and I'm prayin

Please don't close it or I will kill myself

I'm leaving claw marks on heavens door, and I'm prayin

Take my legs away, and I will fucking crawl

I still wonder whether worth living at all

What does it feel like to have somewhere to fall?