Coming Home

I need to cut my fingernails And I avoid reflections, they're not help to my cause I quote a line from a movie that seems funny at the time No, I won't say it again, I had a dream that I learnt to write On the phone, I can't get the time right On the next train when it comes, now I'm coming home I get excited by an interesting moment Then I liken it to something that I've heard of before I try to censor all my senses at once Resulting in the fact that I am terminally bored I was born to stay awake I don't want to think of how much more I can take I'll catch the next train when it comes, now I'm coming home I lay wake and I dream of sleep Well, I'm no good with numbers, so I'm f**king all the sheep My eyes are closed but my mine is closed too I don't know what that means, so I won't say it again Such a struggle to stay awake Don't want to think of how much more I can take I guess the bus is leaving soon, now I'm coming home Enough said, too much room in my head I'm missing all our dying plants I miss the warm bed A longing sense is so hard to attack I think of all the good things, now I want to come back I'm not complaining about the life I'm in If I did, I wouldn't know where to begin So I will shut up, turn on the light, now I'm coming home Well, I'm on the next train when it comes, now I'm coming home And I guess the bus is leaving soon, now I'm coming home