1, 2, 3, 4 you remind me of home the paint cracks when the water leaks from the rusty pipes that are just beneath my feet you remind me of home the heaters warm, that fills the room with a of potpouri of dust and gas fumes you remind me of home a broken bed, with dirty sheets that creaks when i am shifting in my sleep you remind me of home in a suburban town, with nothing to do patiently waiting for something to happen but the foundation is crumbling becoming one with the ground while you lay there in slumber you're wasting your life wasting your life you're wasting your life wasting your life you're wasting you're life wasting your life you're wasting your life wasting your life wasting your life you remind me of home, sitting on a thrift store couch I'm trying to get this all down