Houston Im coming home,
Im not bound anymore on the brink of nothing
Im just starting something.
I am dog boy, overwhelmed, unemployed,
An arsenal of outbursts but Im just saying it first.
I dont want to lose everything that we grew.
Im not cutting you down, Im just carrying the axe.
Knowing its half bad, knowing its a little sad
and theres blood on our hands.
I hate this. No one at the wheel,
everyone is here to feel, Im coming home.
We arent sound anymore,
I cant build a purpose in this falling structure.
Im not tearing it down, I just cant find the sound.
Im disarming the bomb before it goes off.
Knowing its half bad, knowing its all smiling sad.
And the gun in my hand is empty.
I am Mr. Guilt, everyone is here to feel.
I thank you all so much for my next trick, next trip, drive home.
No hard feelings.