I went wal-king a-gain
I'll go out and for-get to tell a-ny of my friends where I'm go-ing
I'm just drunk on the side of the road in a ditch when you find me
I wan-na go home, but I'm sick
There's more whis-key than blood in my veins
More tar than air in my lungs
The strung out call I make
Burned down on the edge of the high-way
"I'm sor-ry for as-king, but please, come take me home"
I quit tal-king a-gain
But I know you're still liste-ning to see if I sleep or I pierce my skin
Nee-dles to the worn out rags
The folds in my arms, the sick-e-ning black
And I hav-en't been ta-king my meds
Lock all the cab-inets, send me to bed
Cause I know you're still wor-ried I'm gon-na get scared
Cause I'm a-lone a-gain and I don't like the things I see
And I hav-en't been ta-king my meds
Lock all the cab-inets, send me to bed
Cause I know you're still wor-ried I'm gon-na get scared a-gain
And make my in-sides clean with your kit-chen bleach
But I've kissed e-nough bath-room sinks to make up for the lo-vers that ne-ver loved me
And I know my bo-dy is just dir-ty clothes;
I'm ti-red of wash-ing my hands
God, I wan-na go home
