When my mothers acting looney
& the neighbors throw shit at me
& i tell myself i'm crazy
Cuz im still chocking myself willfully

Why go home?

When i write is when i'm happy
But someone's always screaming at me
& the girls all think i'm wacky
But i'm choking myself willfully

Why go home?
Ive got no knife

When im stuck in psychotherapy
& i pop the shit they give me
All y stories keep 'em busy
& i'm cloaking myslef skillfully

Why go home?

Sometimes i forget im davey
& i wake up naked, shaved, & hazy
& they tell me that im crazy
Well, i dont need them to forgive me

Why go home?
I've got no knife