When I come home
I know it's you that I'll find
Pacing the floors once again

I know that I'm bored
I'm staying in bed too long
Counting the holes in the door


Damaged is the way I feel
My life is running away


Alone I'm a mess
I don't care how long it's been

I know I'm just wasting away
The clothes on the floor
Just like the mountains outside

The prison I live every day

I want to know if this is real

All of these things that I feel
I want to know if this is real
All of these things that I feel


When I come home
I know it's you that I'll find

Pacing the floors once again