[a]blowing through my [b]losing streak

[e]bought the farm on a [a]dead-end street

[a]nothing ever [b]grows under your [e]sun

[a]filling voids with [b]emptiness

[e]driving past your [a]old address

[a]loneliness: [b]two has turned to [e]one



Chorus i:

[f#m] they welcome you with [b]broken arms

[e]tell you they don't [a]mean no harm

[a] do they mean [b]anything at [e]all?



Verse two:

Feeling crowded by my company

You can't hate but parts of me

I know there's a new myth on your floor

Staying up in 409

The days are yours, the nights are mine

Burned out everything except your door



Chorus ii:

It's like breaking out of broken homes

They tell you they don't eat their own

Searching for one thing to call my own

To call my own



Repeat intro



Verse three:

There's a gold mine in the local scene

Get nine lives, need thirteen

Paid the price, landed on all fours



Chorus iii:

You used to mean the world to me

Scared to death of what that means

So it don't mean nothing at all

I welcomed you with broken arms

You know i don't mean no harm

Do i mean anything at all?

Repeat intro [x2]



Chorus iv:

They all come from broken homes

Tell you they don't eat their own

Searching for one thing to call my own