Silver Material - A Thousand Songs called "Homesick"

When the morning came we left the cage
And went on for a few other days
I don't give a fuck about the Super Bowl
And after fifty-three years it's kinda getting old
We set up a house with a picket fence
And made sure to do it in the past tense
The past year has been the best year for it
We have a past here but we might as well ignore it
As I stand here today in my drunken haze
Just like I would do on any other day
It's my only defense but I just have to say
We've come a long way but I think this is the end of it

There's those butterflies gnawing on my insides
You can stop me you can stop me anytime now
There's those butterflies gnawing on my insides
You can stop me you can stop me anytime now
There's those butterflies gnawing on my insides
You can stop me you can stop me anytime

Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you

I don't wanna be anyone
I don't wanna be here
I don't wanna be anyone
I don't wanna be here
I don't wanna be anyone
I don't wanna be here
Anymore, anymore

Fuck
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you

Written by:
William Marsh

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