Thanks for Sticking Around

I must confess My mind is made Of tiny leaden fishing weights I throw them down these lonely tinseled hallways Like rolling bones Does it ever feel like home Does it matter much at all In the face of an almost certain end You called my name You took my hand You stayed and all I said was thanks Thanks for sticking around Thanks for sticking around Thanks for sticking around Its never been that easy Not gettin' easier now My mother says I'm almost faded out I think she's right But how the hell could I admit that now I tried And I'm dragging you along Does it ever feel like home Does it matter much at all In the face of an almost certain end You called my name You took my hand You stayed and all I said was thanks Thanks for sticking around Thanks for sticking around Thanks for sticking around Its never been that easy Not gettin' easier now Does it feel like home Does it even matter much at all Does it feel at home Does it even matter much at all