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.