Coming Home - Frenzal Rhomb

I need to cut my fingernails

And I avoid reflections they’re not help to my cause

I quote a line from a movie that seems funny at the time

No I won’t say it again, I had a dream that I learnt to write

On the phone I can’t get the time right

On the next train when it comes now I’m coming home

I get excited by an interesting moment

Then I liken it to something that I’ve heard of before

I try to censor all my senses at once resulting in the fact that I am

terminally bored

I was born to stay awake, I don’t want to think of how much more I can take

I’ll catch the next train when it comes

Now I’m coming home, I lay wake and I dream of sleep

Well I’m no good with numbers so I’m fucking all the sheep

My eyes are closed but my mine is closed too

I don’t know what that means so I won’t say it again

Such a straggle to stay awake, don’t want to think of how much more I can take

I guess the bus is leaving soon, now I’m coming home

Enough said, too much room in my heard, I’m missing all our dying plants

I miss the warm bed, a longing sense is so hard to attack

I think of all the good things now I want to comes back

I’m not complaining about the life I’m in

If I did I wouldn’t know where to begin

So I will shut up, turn on the light, now I’m coming home

Well I’m on the next train when it comes, now I’m coming home

And I guess the bus is leaving soon, now I’m coming home