im stuck, like a postage stamp
addressed too hell
with the girls that go out in the dark
till you steal a light from somebody else
romeos & our hazy-heads trickin sweet juliets too bed
& oh my god
the headaches you must get from the weight of that crown

cos i can carry the world on my back but ill need a hand with me
& you know that i love ya i just took it back cos it wont mean a thing

till im back
till im back

home, the cities get me sick & im outta antidotes
home, hook me to the IV cos i need an overdose
home, were the too-brave birds with clipped wings
flying on
flying on

patient princes livin on dead phone lines
wished real hard too make it stop
ricochet off clubs to some bedroom to get by
flyin bullet love still splintering in my gut

cos i can carry the world on my back but ill need a hand with me
& you know that i love ya i just took it back cos it wont mean a thing

till im back
till im back

home, the cities get me sick & im outta antidotes
home, hook me to the IV cos i need an overdose
home, were the too-brave birds with clipped wings
flying on
flying on

carousel heads on prescription meds
wedlocked to the bedposts of bestfriends
sinned in the chapel of my chest
we get baptized in sweat blood & piss
just corner-sitting coffins till were dead
find a vein & shoot the sunset
cos this see-thru boy wont be missed
till im back
till im back
till im back

home, the cities get me sick & im outta antidotes
home, hook me to the IV cos i need an overdose
home, were the too-brave birds with clipped wings
flying on
flying on

- Shin