Drop a pencil on the floor
Watch it roll right to the wall
Crumbs are falling from my face
Made a mess of it all
Push the garbage to the side
Make a path so I won't fall
I can't find a safe retreat
Now I'm feeling much to small
Why is this home
Where the fleas and ticks
Got me on my knees
Bite me on my bones
How is this home
It could be my sanctuary
But it makes me want to roam
Try to look into the mirror
Before it crashes to the floor
I can't seem to lock you out
I can't even shut my door
Staircase shakes as I go down
Foundation can not take much more
Supports are falling all around
The stomping shakes me to my core
Why is this home
Where the fleas and ticks
Got me on my knees
Bite me on my bones
How is this home
It could be my sanctuary
But it makes me want to roam
Why is this home
Where the fleas and ticks
Got me on my knees
Bite me on my bones
How is this home
It could be my sanctuary
But it makes me want to roam