Lyrics Coming Home - Frenzal Rhomb

Coming Home

I need to cut my fingernails
And I avoid reflections they’re not help to my cause
I quote a line from a movie that seems funny at the time
No I won’t say it again, I had a dream that I learnt to write
On the phone I can’t get the time right
On the next train when it comes now I’m coming home
I get excited by an interesting moment
Then I liken it to something that I’ve heard of before
I try to censor all my senses at once resulting in the fact that I am
terminally bored
I was born to stay awake, I don’t want to think of how much more I can take
I’ll catch the next train when it comes
Now I’m coming home, I lay wake and I dream of sleep
Well I’m no good with numbers so I’m fucking all the sheep
My eyes are closed but my mine is closed too
I don’t know what that means so I won’t say it again
Such a straggle to stay awake, don’t want to think of how much more I can take
I guess the bus is leaving soon, now I’m coming home
Enough said, too much room in my heard, I’m missing all our dying plants
I miss the warm bed, a longing sense is so hard to attack
I think of all the good things now I want to comes back
I’m not complaining about the life I’m in
If I did I wouldn’t know where to begin
So I will shut up, turn on the light, now I’m coming home
Well I’m on the next train when it comes, now I’m coming home
And I guess the bus is leaving soon, now I’m coming home