[Verse 1]
I don't mean to bother
But I just don't belong here anymore
I'm going home
I've seen too much funking pain
I don't think I'll ever feel again
I'm going home

And as this curse calls me back one last time
I'm surely gonna lose my mind
And when we die we sing


[Chorus]
Welcome home
Welcome home
I came to feel, to feel alone
This emptiness is hollowing
So fill me up with gasoline and watch me burn

Welcome home
Welcome home
I came to feel, just to feel alone
This loneliness entices me
So pour out all the kerosene, and watch me burn


[Verse 2]
Ok
Now I look a my world through a glass
Books in a bag while I catch up I look heard a crack in the back of my head, what a mess I confess
It's exposed all the stacks of these problems I have
I ignored the callbacks to self help in my closet
I bombed both operative paths on record I never said I'd be the strongest
A hopeless headcase but that's how I like it
You asked - damn
I never wanted to come back
Welcome home, the story unwraps
But this is worse than I could have ever imagined
I'm shook, damn might relapse
This is the reason I can't relax
And the same question I keep getting asked
"Can you see out from under that mask?"
Hell no, but it hides the unstable
Well, I think it might be fucking with my head a little
Pill dropping, in and out of conscious
I make no progress, no option but to bail
Drop I'm turning pale, toxins taje the wheel
Often instigate, all my senses fail
Stop I can't exhale, hostage to the pill
Far too late for me, coffins gat its nail
Locked in so I sing


[Chorus]
Welcome home
I came to feel, to feel alone
This emptiness is hollowing
So fill me up with gasoline and watch me burn

Welcome home
Welcome home
I came to feel, so I feel alone
This loneliness entices me
So fuck me up with kerosene, and watch me burn


[Bridge]
I see clearly again
Now that these walls have caved in
Just like your soul, just like your soul
And I want more of this
I want inside your skin
I wanted more, I wanted more
I see truth in your eyes
But it never satisfies me
Cigarettes, low key regrets and alcoholic daydreams