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.