I've got little things-
They're all little tendencies
That keep me behind.


I've got memories-
All the pieces that make up me;

Distant memories
That are stuck to the ceiling
And hanging above my head.


Lately I dream I'm on fire.


She's seen everything-
All the times when I'm drunk and rambling;
She's seen the worst part of me.

I would take it back if I could
(Just to make her feel good again)
But this place is so cold

And I need to get warm again.

Lately I dream I'm on fire

Or drowning in tears that I cry.

I don't tell anyone, but I cry.

Please, take me Home to a sunnier sky.
Take me Home where I lay down goodnight.