(Houston) I'm coming home,
I'm not bound anymore on the brink of nothing
I'm just starting something
I am dog boy, overwhelmed, unemployed,
An arsenal of outbursts but I'm just saying it first
I don't want to lose everything that we grew
I'm not cutting you down, I'm just carrying the axe
Knowing it's half bad, knowing its a little sad
and theres blood on our hands
I hate this No one at the wheel,
everyone is here to feel, I'm coming home
We aren't sound anymore,
I can't build a purpose in this falling structure
I'm not tearing it down, I just can't find the sound
I'm disarming the bomb before it goes off
Knowing it's half bad, knowing it's all smiling sad
And the gun in my hand is empty
I am Mr Guilt, everyone is here to feel
I thank you all so much for my next trick, next trip, drive home
No hard feelings