I’ve gotten good in the last few years
At surreptitiously uncapping
The shampoo in the shower so my hosts don’t know
I didn’t bring my own

It probably wouldn’t be a problem
But I’m just so tired of asking
They always say to make myself at home

Home’s just where I leave my stuff
Where the mail goes and my plants dry out
Home’s been sleeping with my ankles dangling over
The end of someone else’s couch

Home’s where I’ve got a full shampoo but
No time to use it
I can’t remembеr the last time I finished a bottlе
And threw it out

I can’t remember the last time
I got to the bottom of anything
Squeezed the sides and rolled up the tube
And tried to get the last drop out

I’m always leaving in the middle
It’s easier to think it probably never would’ve worked out
Easier to pine for something out of reach
Than someone who could let me down

In lieu of finding some reason to be here
I always find some reason to leave
Pour out the rest of the milk and hide a key

I’m never as happy as I am these days
When I’m just on the way
Halfway there and in-between
Using the windshield as a TV screen

I can’t remember the last time
I got to the bottom of anything
Squeezed the sides and pounded on the counter
And tried to get the last drop out
I’m always leaving in the middle
It’s easier to think it probably never would’ve worked out
Easier to pine for something out of reach
Than someone who could let me down

I don’t mind doing the dishes
Stripping the bed or leaving a note
But none of it will ever really make up
For the kind of hospitality I’ve been shown

I’m gonna have to buy a house
Open it up to all my friends
Make sure everybody’s got a place to sleep
And the Wi-Fi’s on the fridge

And in the bathroom, I’ll make sure
There’s a big bottle of shampoo and soap
With pump lids so they’ll never have to worry
That I’ll never need to know

I can’t remember the last time
I got to the bottom of anything
Squeezed the sides and pounded on the counter
And tried to get the last drop out