I got a problem with me
And I got a bottle for two
Easy to think that I'm free
But I know it isn't the truth
I like the smell of your home
Reminds me of morning in June
I ain't got nowhere to go
And much less something to do

I miss the nice weather, familiar smells
Sometimes it's hard hanging out with myself
I'm bent but I pretend so they can't even tell
I got a letter in the mail and it wished me well

Morning's better when I wake up to your face
Always wishing I could buy more days
If that's the case I'd spend all of my change
Just for you to ask for more space