Where I live has become a fortress I am not allowed in
I don't feel home I don't feel vacation I feel like I'm drowning
Can't breathe the still air that I rest in, I choose to be sedated
But the patterns on my walls are swimming and I feel asphyxiated
Until I find some NyQuil and melatonin, my mind will never calm down
Maybe the grass is greener on the other side, I need out of this town.
Where do I go?
Where should I go when these walls feel like they're closing on me
This un-agoraphobia has been plaguing me frequently
Because no matter what my folks will think that I am a disappointment
When I come home stoned I feel oh so exiled I just need anointment
From a priest who my dad thinks is Jesus' Albert Einstein
So I avoid and leave that's all I can do best, I'll flee to the coastline
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