Tearing the House Down

Look at me
I  sleep on the floor
And  I think I'm dying
Look at me
I'm battered and sore
And  I think I'm dying
Look  at me
Do you hear me, God?
'Cause  I could use a hand
To get off the floor
I think I'm dying

There's a place that burns for something else
I'll  tear this house apart
It's not that hard
I'll keep on lookin' here

Look at me
A knock on the door
I'll always come running
Look at you
You call this a home?
I'd rather be dying