Like every morning
Can feel so boring
Every other day I'm wide awake
Oh and home is where I lay my head down
And try to sleep
And a home
It can be forgotten
If it needs to be
I lay down a thousand landmines
And apologized ten thousand times
Oh and son don't you make your mother mad with me
Oh and how I'll feel the sadness in everything
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