"Sshh!", said the match to the box,
"Don't call me a burnout,
I've been lying in this masquerade for days now

The novelty's worn thin
But we could use these useless wooden-limbs
To build a fort and wage war
Against something no one's thought of yet
We'll design a flag and fight amongst ourselves"

I'm sorry but these words keep coming so I'll just keep on... talking shit
But you're used to it

Here's to drunken Lloyd's Monday nights
Here's to roads and roads of harmless bar fights
Here's to broken trigger fingers

Click, click, there's no place like home

(Hey! Hey!)

And I wanna die before the songs inside my head
Ever reach my fingers, or ever commit to tape
So they will never know, just how far they really were from ever letting go
And I never want to share another note

Click, click, there's no place like home

Here's to Ross's need for Ritalin
Here's to Rick and Sam's spiced rum addiction
Here's to one toy Sarah, Jake Jake boxes
To Tommy's hair and Nick's killer leap frogs

Click, click, there's no place like home
Click, click, there's no place like home
Click, click, there's no place like home, home

Home's not a place, it's not roads nor walls
Streetsigns, bedsheets, or local swimming pools
It's the waves, the smiles, the pleasantries
Those loving kicks in the shin when you forget to breathe
My home is wherever my friends are

Lyrics submitted by shrodes

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