don t feel like home, he s a little out...
and all these words elope, it s nothing like your poem
putting in, inputting in, don t feel like methadone
a scratching voice all alone, there 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 concedes, 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 cornerstone
who s kidding, rainy day
a one way ticket headstone
occupations overthrown, a whisper through a megaphone
it s nothing as it seems, the little that he needs, it s home
the little 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, it s home...

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