Don't feel like home
He's a little out
All these words elope
It's nothing like your poem

Putting in, inputting in
Don't feel like methadone
A scratching voice all alone
It's nothing like your baritone

It's nothing as it seems
The little that he needs, it's home
The little that he sees
Is nothing he can sees
It's home

One uninvited chromosome
A blanket like the ozone

It's nothing as it seems
All that he needs, it's home
The little that he frees,
Is nothing he believes

Saving up a sunny day
Something maybe two tone
Anything of his own
A chip off the corner stone
Who's kidding? Rainy day
A one way ticket headstone
An occupation overthrown
A whisper through a megaphone

It's nothing as it seems
All that he needs, is home
And all that he sees
Is nothing he concedes,
It's home
And all that he frees
A little bittersweet, it's home
It's nothing as it seems
The little that you see, is home