My home

Dead things, dead tings, Wedding rings and all these cigarettes,

Phone rings, phone rings and I don't get any rest

Numb feels, cheap thrills, but still I am the fucking best

Phone home, all alone, making moves like I'm playing chess

Fuck foes, who goes, fuck hoes, flying about like I am a crow

So low, so low, so low, now I am all alone

She's my home, taking drugs with elegance

Yes, I know, it might kill me

But oh, oh well, it numbs my core where I come from

She's my home, taking drugs with elegance