(Houston) I'm coming home,

I'm not bound anymore on the brink of nothing

I'm just starting something.

I am dog boy, overwhelmed, unemployed,

An arsenal of outbursts but I'm just saying it first.

I don't want to lose everything that we grew.

I'm not cutting you down, I'm just carrying the axe.

Knowing it's half bad, knowing its a little sad

and theres blood on our hands.

I hate this. No one at the wheel,

everyone is here to feel, I'm coming home.

We aren't sound anymore,

I can't build a purpose in this falling structure.

I'm not tearing it down, I just can't find the sound.

I'm disarming the bomb before it goes off.

Knowing it's half bad, knowing it's all smiling sad.

And the gun in my hand is empty.

I am Mr. Guilt, everyone is here to feel.

I thank you all so much for my next trick, next trip, drive home.

No hard feelings.