I'm lying on a pile of hammers
With revolutions in the streets
I'm swallowing enchanted daggers
Wallowing in quarantine

I walk from one room to another
To regain feeling in my feet
I reminisce and make a list to plan ahead
For some foolish fantasy

Didn't believe that it could happen
Alone and swallowed in a flash
Rushed through the social distanced showing
He was the only one unmasked

Was stuck way up my ass while young
Now boring, washed up, fat and old
I lost too many friends this year
Chris should have been here, life is cold

And it reaches inside
It's time to try to try again for a short time

I want to leave home
Leave home
Leave home
Yeah I want to leave home
Leave home
Leave home

I want to leave home
Leave home
Leave home
Yeah I want to leave home
Leave home
Leave home

I want to leave home
Leave home
Leave home
Yeah I want to leave home
Leave home
Leave home