[ Featuring The Sloths ]
Would you watch over me like the birds in the sky
Would it be way too much if you witnessed me cry
Cause we're drunk on emotions like whiskey and wine
Am I home, am I home
How does breakfast in bed sound
I say, shit that sounds bad
It would make such a mess and it'd piss off my dad
You would say, who would know, but I'd still feel bad
Is this home, is this home
So meet me at Our Lady's church
Or maybe that'd hurt worse
Cause everyone I've ever met there has broken me down
You're the one girl that I've met that hasn't abused
That old strong, sickly scent of vanilla perfume
It's a subtle bouquet full of flowers in bloom
Am I home, am I home
Now the air smells much cleaner and the sky is more blue
And the room has an afternoon orange-gold hue
And I look out the window wondering what to do
Is this home, this is home
So meet me at Our Lady's church
Or maybe that'd just hurt worse
Cause everyone that I've ever met there has broken me down
