Sometimes I hide, but I want to be found
Sometimes I need you, but you're not around
Sometimes I feel lost when you ask what I'm thinking of
I'm just not rad enough to live to the world's wants
I'll sit here and look above
Stare directly into the sun
I'm too blind to understand
I've become my own worst problem
And if you ask me what I call home
Well then I'd tell ya
Home's where my friends and the bottle go