Car Seat Headrest - Homes lyrics
[Car Seat Headrest - Homes lyrics]
A house without a piano just a stereo
I used to play but now I’ve got this stereo
You brought it with you when you moved in
So we would never be alone
Always something in the background
And I’m always almost punched but, I escape
With just a hint of a black eye
And we’re always almost over
But then we wake up
And it’s already one o’clock
And I hope I can change i hope I can change
But oh my god it’s so hard
And what if this is who I am
(It's not our fault that
The cops are assholes)
Forte without piano never stop complaining
It’s what I love about you
You never stop complaining
Next step is buckets out
When we start raining let’s go out tonight
Because our home is falling apart
And you’re always almost punched
But, you escape
With just a hint of a black eye
And we’re always almost over
But then we wake up
And it’s already two o’clock
And I hope I can change
People are dying, I hope I can change
But oh my god it’s so hard
And what if this is who I am
(Remember when I made jokes?
The joke’s on you, motherfucker
I never made any jokes
I meant every single word)
If home is where I go to die
If home is where I go to die
And we’re always almost punched
But we escape
With just a hint of a black eye
And I’m always almost sober
By the time I have to drive you back home
And we’re always almost over and then we are
And we’re always almost over and then we are
And I hope I can change
I am dying, I hope I can change
But oh my god it’s so hard
And what if this is who I am
I used to play but now I’ve got this stereo
You brought it with you when you moved in
So we would never be alone
Always something in the background
And I’m always almost punched but, I escape
With just a hint of a black eye
And we’re always almost over
But then we wake up
And it’s already one o’clock
And I hope I can change i hope I can change
But oh my god it’s so hard
And what if this is who I am
(It's not our fault that
The cops are assholes)
Forte without piano never stop complaining
It’s what I love about you
You never stop complaining
Next step is buckets out
When we start raining let’s go out tonight
Because our home is falling apart
And you’re always almost punched
But, you escape
With just a hint of a black eye
And we’re always almost over
But then we wake up
And it’s already two o’clock
And I hope I can change
People are dying, I hope I can change
But oh my god it’s so hard
And what if this is who I am
(Remember when I made jokes?
The joke’s on you, motherfucker
I never made any jokes
I meant every single word)
If home is where I go to die
If home is where I go to die
And we’re always almost punched
But we escape
With just a hint of a black eye
And I’m always almost sober
By the time I have to drive you back home
And we’re always almost over and then we are
And we’re always almost over and then we are
And I hope I can change
I am dying, I hope I can change
But oh my god it’s so hard
And what if this is who I am