Proper Home
I'm folding down the corner of the page in this page turner
Keep my place at the table, I won't be long
A lucid dream awakes
Technicolor dancing flames
Above the tower of bad behavior
I am gone

Blood shot disenfranchised souls
Coming back to what we know
We realize we need a proper home

There's no good explanation
For the road that I have taken
I used to want to fly but now I don't
Suck the neck until it dies
The evening takes another life
Awaking boxes buried by the road

And I don't care to see the way
I'm not aligned
Though I'm nearly satisfied, oh
And I can't wait to end the day most the time
If the curtain dropped tomorrow, I wouldn't mind
And I don't care to see the way
I'm not aligned
Though I'm nearly satisfied, oh

Blood shot disenfranchised souls
Coming back to what we know
We realize we just need a proper home

Smoke fair teeth and yellow gold
We all know where the old piss goes
I realize I've acquired a proper home