Heading home, in eight weeks
And just waiting to be seen
The tangled young man that I have become
In a hole, morally
Getting trampled in defeat
I've been going great, I've seen anything go
It's another fight I'm waiting to throw
When in Rome, I would leave
'Til I found a new place to sleep
Or absorb the habits that I've been letting on
I'm going rogue, head in deep
While the guilt begins to steep
All the lonely places I'm getting to know
It's another fight, I'm waiting to go
Change right before your eyes
You set out of the place of disguise
It's cooled off all my heart
My salad days are behind
Even if it hurts too bad
It's better than nothing said
And Leaving an empty head
In the meantime
Even if it's what you heard
It's better than lying dead
Better than what you've read
See the dream life
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