| She met me at the airport with my little baby girls | |
| I mumbled something slurry like | |
| I wouldAs if | |
| I'd been around the world | |
| Or just had one too many drinks | |
| I think I slept on the way home and gave them all a kiss | |
| But in a dream | |
| I stumbled and | |
| I woke upTo the smell of smoke and piss | |
| Or is it this clothes | |
| I'm in?It's all the same when | |
| I get back home | |
| I feel I'm somewhere that belongs to us | |
| And in the end when you kiss me | |
| I know that it's more than just trust | |
| I write about these little things that mean so much to me | |
| I feel like such a selfish prick at times like this | |
| I guess that | |
| I can beWhat can | |
| I say, I'm sorry? | |
| It's all the same when | |
| I get back home | |
| I feel I'm somewhere that belongs to us | |
| And in the end when you kiss me | |
| I know that it's more than just trust |