Lyrics of 'Home' by AlicebanD

Cold. Flicker. Candle. Sweating
Thoughts come of fire burning
Everything you made will end up broken

And cheap thoughts and cheaper dresses
You flirt quick then learn your lesson
She only makes that moaning when she's faking it

And fake sounds and plastic feelings
Freckles and skins all peeling
Soon comes the night when I go home

And then you're home brings the same old things
It's hair nets and safety pins
A man does the same thing she always does
It's your home brings a lot more things
Like sitting up, singing hymns
So I will lay the table but I will not sing
I will not sing

And I thought what would I do?
Now I've got no excuse
And all this bullshit has landed in my hands

Like I don't want to talk it's not really complicated
I just don't want to talk to you
I just don't want to know
The less I know the less I care
Which I might not say yes
I mean I won't say no, I never say no
I mean I might say I might
But we all know that really means no so why ask?

And it's cold. Flicker. Candle. Sweating
Thoughts come of fire burning
Everything you made will end up broken

And cheap thoughts and cheaper dresses
You flirt quick then learn your lesson
She only makes that moaning when she's faking it

And fake sounds and plastic feelings
Freckles and skins all peeling
Soon comes the night when I go home

And then your home brings the same old things
It's hair nets and safety pins
A man does the same thing she always does
It's your home brings a lot more things
Like sitting up, singing hymns
So I will lay the table but I will not sing
I will not sing
Please don't make me sing
Please don't make me try

Because I like this stuff
I like the playing
Especially with people paying
But it's all too much
I don't seem to care it must be something in this English air
It must be something that I'm doing wrong
Cause I'm always singing the same old song
I'm always breaking the same old heart
That I carry around in this soulless cart and

And it's cold. Flicker. Candle. Sweating
Thoughts come of fire burning
Everything you made will end up broken

And cheap thoughts and cheaper dresses
You flirt quick then learn your lesson
She only makes that moaning when she's faking it

And fake sounds and plastic feelings
Freckles and skins all peeling
Soon comes the night when I go home

And then your home brings the same old things
It's hair nets and safety pins
A man does the same thing she always does
It's your home brings a lot more things
Like sitting up, singing hymns
So I will lay the table but I will not sing
I will not sing

And you're drunk drunk
Drinking like a skunk drunk
Drinking like a skunk drunk
Drinking like a skunk drunk
Drinking like a
Home brings a lot more things
Drunk drunk drinking like a skunk drunk
Drinking like a skunk drunk
Drinking like a
Home brings a lot more things
A lot more time to sit and drink
A lot more time to play it dumb
Sitting round
Getting drunk