| Here I stand like a soldier home from war
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| With nothing to do but remember the shutter of bombs
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| I’m sure it never quite goes away
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| It never quite goes away, oh
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| Here I sit like a beginner beginning again
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| And all those fuck-ups counted for nothing ‘cause nothing makes sense
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| And I am never quite fully awake
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| And never completely asleep, yeah
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| I’m walking around like a soldier who’s home from war
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| Lost in the foreign landscape I used to know
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| Will I ever feel like I belong?
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| Will I ever feel like I belong anywhere?
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| Well, here I lie like a lover who isn’t in love
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| Who stares at the cracks in the ceiling six feet above
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| And who knows just how it feels to buckle beneath the weight
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| And there’s only so much you can take
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| There’s only so much you can take
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| I might never be normal again
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| I might never be normal again
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| Never be normal again
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| Oh, never be normal again
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| But who cares?
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| I ask, who cares?
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| Oh, who cares?
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| And now I’m standing disheveled at your door
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| Covered in dust and dirt but full of hope
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| We might never be normal again
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| Might never be normal again, but who cares?
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| I ask, who cares? |