Homesick

I been smoking Newport menthols, but I'm ready to learn how to breathe
I been giving my friends free benzos, but I still don't know what they think of me
And if I die tomorrow, well I hope they move on easily
I've caused quite enough sorrow with this awful hole between my cheeks
And I'm ready
To go
And I'm ready
To go

Away from all the nausea, broken hearts, and cheap cocaine
The only store that's open sells ice and guns and Rogaine
I don't know how to ride a horse but if it gets me out of here
Thеn I'd figure that shit out and ride away

Well, I flushеd my medication, it was taking all my dreams
And I haven't eaten anything since you took me out for ice cream
One day I'll pick you up and buy you black Chanel in a white Beam
But for now, I'm singing songs to fifty hurting kids in dirty jeans
And I don't know where my home is, but I guess that's where I live
In some headphones, before school, singing to a girl with too much love to give
And I'd probably say I miss you, but I don't know if it's true
I'll keep walking in these old shoes until they fit

And some days I feel so useless, like I need your help to breathe
And some days I just stay inside, so I can't fuck up anything
And my boss says I should work more. I see his point but I get paid
And if you don't want me to love you, that's cool. Just hang out, you might get laid