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.