(Houston)
I'm coming home
I'm not bound anymore on the brink of nothing
I'm just starting something

I am dog boy, overwhelmed, unemployed, an arsenal of outbursts
But I'm just saying it first
I don't want to lose everything that we grew
I'm not cutting you down, I'm just carrying the axe

Knowing it's half bad, knowing its a little sad
And there's blood on our hands. I hate this
No one at the wheel, everyone is here to feel
I'm coming home. We aren't sound anymore
I can't build a purpose in this falling structure

I'm not tearing it down, I just can't find the sound
I'm disarming the bomb before it goes off

Knowing it's half bad, knowing it's all smiling sad
And the gun in my hand is empty
I am Mr. Guilt, everyone is here to feel
I thank you all so much for my next trick, next trip, drive home

(What's happening)
(Let's go)

No hard feelings