Home

Whistle, whistle, wounded lungs
I can hear your silly little songs
I've been used to wheezing for so long
There's no place I can call home

From my toes up to my face
My dry body's itching me to death
First I sweat, then I'm so cold
There's no place I can call home

I just want it all to go away
I feel weaker each and every day
I'm so young, yet, I feel so old
There's no place I can call home

I take their pills, I take their meds
I do everything I can
Help me please, I feel so raw
There's no place I can call home

My whole body is a mess
I feel sick in every way
No more sing-song or lullaby
And I won't find a home until I die, no!