Yes my dear, i'm headed home
to sew your sails, and plug up all the holes
we're just out of gas or, our glory days are past
i'm not sure which it is,
but we'll know when those stitches hold or bust

i've been sleepin in parking lots
i gave all my gold to the dream that rots
love its time to choose
cause i'm just tired of watching you lose

so yeah i think its time that i head home
to cool your boiling skin
and mend your broken bones
breathe that blue pain in
(is it still exceptional?)
and know why i'm not scared
(is it still exceptional?)

i've been sleepin in parking lots
i sold my soul to the dream that rots
love its time to choose
cause i'm just tired of watching you lose

but i'm lost still
what is home
its not a place i need
or a place i know
yeah i know where i can go home
(is it still exceptional)
i can't go back home

i've been sleepin in parking lots
you ripped out my circuits
you shut me off
love its time to choose
cause i'm just tired of watching you lose


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