Rock, Post Grunge, folk,
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The more that I see
The more I want to carve my eyes away
The more that I say
The more I have explain the way I feel today
And honestly I never found a home inside my head
And I have seen more bullshit than my mind can comprehend
And I turn to you in the wake of the way the waters break
And as my head falls below the surface, I?m wondering if I?m alone
I reach for a line or a given hand and wash away to a distant land
Searching for a whore to service or guide my way back home
Back home
The more I understand, the more I miss my youth
The more I wash my hands, the dirtier they feel
And honestly I never found a home inside my head
And I have seen more bullshit than my mind can comprehend
And I turn to you in the wake of the way the waters break
And as my head falls below the surface, I?m wondering if I?m alone
I reach for a line or a given hand and wash away to a distant land
Searching for a whore to service or guide my way back home
Back home