Find someone to buy this generic self I'm selling
Watch the rings the candles leave on the ceiling
And dreaming of people who will never
Be here and they're singing
Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home
I wish all my steps were lighter
Every night that I could sleep longer
We are watching the Office and I'm just thinking bout drinking
But tomorrow will be better
Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home
And all I can think to do
Is make these monuments to a life
That I feel slowly slipping away
Out of my fingers
And soon it will be over