My eyes 

Are tracing patterns carved into the skies over New Mexico 

It makes me want to write home 



And I've lost touch with everything that means anything to me 

My friends always forgive me 

We become too bored and quick, 

A little clever, a little numb 

We could a stare a lover in the eyes and lie 

"Yes, I don't feel anything at all" 



And I could say 

That I have everything I need right now 

I hope you've packed your items 

But its late, 

The weight of all my emptiness comes crashing down on me 



I'm terrified 

I can't recollect the faces that once kept me warm 

They wait back home 



Time takes its toll on me. 

I used to so obvious with all my words, oh, 

But at least I was honest! 

Ahhhohhh 



And I could say 

That I have everything I need right now 

I hope you've packed your items 

But its late 

The weight of all my emptiness comes crashing down on me 



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I want to be home, 

I want to be myself again 



Tennis courts and makers and paperback best sellers 

I want to be home, 

I want to be myself 



And I could say 

That I have everything I need right now 

I hope you've packed your items 

But its late 

The weight of all my emptiness comes crashing down on me