this is homesickness slept through my alarm woke from a nightmare and it s hard to tell the difference just hollow acts to follow scratch tomorrow off the wishlist and stand tall and proud while the welcome mat is slipping this is the land of how s your day none of your business where that faint glimmer of hope only comes when you blink and miss it instant sob story tell em today was a tearjerker and a million hands are reaching out saying they know it hurts but cry me a river and i ll piss you a puddle cause either i don t give a fuck or my compassion s too subtle i m past the fool s trouble of weeping cause you struggle where i walk everyone got a shiny pin to burst bubbles and the others are muzzled with silver spoons never gotta see the sidewalks crack to form tombs street light filaments pop trying to cover up the wounds from that lucky shot in the dark that shook a whole platoon i stomp through clutching a grudge in my hand throw caution to the wind where my friend used to stand and the corner characters are all the same used to be handing em trust with every single pound i gave now i m slapping em disgust and ain t returning their gaze so stop trying to find a friend hiding underneath the daze new page old book scarred face don t look there s a place reserved for everyone where the bodies are put the meaning of life is just too long to stand through where doorbells play the music that the dead dance to homesickness this is the place that i used to call home homesick it s just another backyard warzone home and you could stand right in the middle alone cause everybody knows there s just no place like home home is where the heart is that s a coffee cup and a subway token for the heartless coughing up his life and choking down your garbage with a prime seat to watch gold paved streets tarnish while the paint leaks on em and drips down through the cracks where the trains reap harvests of dreams fell to the tracks some seek that light at the end of the tunnel til they fall flat but weather never follows little orphan annie s forecast there s veterans with bottles on the corner selling war masks sun ain t coming out tomorrow so we follow storms half steppin ten bucks for them neatly packaged weapons and then creep into a staircase with a cheap bootleg of heaven where every scar is proof you ll never learn your lesson who s next is the burning question use your head at your discretion cause there are no good intentions and no one cares what you think floating along on a cloud while everyone s hoping you sink froze in a blink sucking a picket fence dream wake up on receiving ends of disappearing machines you ll tear at the seams the garden of eden reduced to short stumps where life s rough so cats carry clips full of shortcuts and they re eager to show you the end bit the hand that feeds so many times there s nothing left to extend just hope those blinking lights don t mark the final breaths of a friend keep walking til you find a warm hole in the wall to rest your head stuck in a box cold sweating stare out the window where the demons run free and let it all set in aftermath of pandora hellraiser wedding and you re forced to sleep on the dirty honeymoon bedding homesickness today s lesson is duck and run homesick and leave the light on for something that never comes home look happy or you ll ruin all the fun throw your hands in the air if you know that you re scum every other second s a deep breath before the bad news and the wreckage of each step s too much to get through speak for yourself or somebody less important or you ll find out hubris makes a great lining for coffins cemetery street where the madmen walk clumsy with crooked smirks bearing their teeth worn ugly just trying to make that smiley face stick where the lips split and ending up with em stitched closed homesickness homesickness homesickness homesickness