When my mothers acting looney
& the neighbors throw shit at me
& i tell myself i`m crazy
cuz im still chocking myself willfully
why go home?
when i write is when i`m happy
but someone`s always screaming at me
& the girls all think i`m wacky
but i`m choking myself willfully
why go home?
ive got no knife.
when im stuck in psychotherapy
& i pop the shit they give me
all y stories keep `em busy
& i`m cloaking myslef skillfully
why go home?
sometimes i forget im davey
& i wake up naked, shaved, & hazy
& they tell me that im crazy.
well, i dont need them to forgive me
why go home?
i`ve got no knife.