nobody's here quiet soft air
play solitarian life
i notice my hands giving me loud applause
if you're a goat you don't mind

gee it's good to be home
hobbies galore
don't you engage in a craft
don't you like it alone
locked behind doors
take a test do your best
passing the grade every time

busy in love cutting out stuff
writing the melodies light
ten pounds a day isn't the kind of bread
one would expect to be mine

but there's always home
hobbies galore
why doesn't somebody talk
don't you like me a lot
locked behind doors
where you at where'm i at
walking the floor over you

you i'm growing through through
i'm going to to display my
hobbies galore just for you

nobody's here what do i care
painting a musical night
you're throwing me away apathy blinded you
just when my hobbies are right

gee it's good to be home
hobbies galore
so much to do i forget
don't you think you can help
locked behind doors
do your part fill your heart
steal something else that is new


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