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(альбом: M.O.T.H - 2019)


I'm sick of all the problems problems
Been drinking too often often
I've been staying out late out late
I know I said that I'd be home
But can I even call it home?
When I don't even feel at home
Can I even call it

Can I even call it home it's like a war-zone when you're in it
But I rattle about in it when I'm here all alone
Tidy room tidy mind but you leave the whole room a mess
I'm sick of being a pin cushion for you when you was stressed
Too many nights I've made my bed laid in in and lied in it
I could pretend I'm better but really who am I to kid?
I ain't any better my behaviour's just as foul as yours
Windows rattling from slamming doors as you get out your claws

I'm sick of all the problems problems
Been drinking too often often
I've been staying out late out late
I know I said that I'd be home
But can I even call it home?
When I don't even feel at home
Can I even call it

Can I even call it home it's like a war-zone when you're in it
But I rattle about in it when I'm here all alone
Tidy room tidy mind but you leave the whole house a mess
I'd rather be out the house she'd like me under house arrest
To think I bought the house to nest
Security and bricks and mortar
But this is torture I resent you and everything I bought ya
Personality disorder potentially borderline
You think I'm bipolar we're so up and down all the time

I'm sick of all the problems problems
Been drinking too often often
I've been staying out late out late
I know I said that I'd be home
But can I even call it home?
When I don't even feel at home
Can I even call it

Can I even call it home it's like a war-zone when you're in it
But I rattle about in it when I'm here all alone
Tidy room tidy mind but you left my whole world a state
What a twisted turn of fate we're born of love but learn to hate
And I really can't take the stress I'd rather spend my days alone
Not waste away, the day you left was the day the house became a home

I'm sick of all the problems problems
Been drinking too often often
I've been staying out late out late
I know I said that I'd be home
But can I even call it home?
When I don't even feel at home
Can I even call it

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