Just Like Home

Bad ideas are ripe for the picking You've got a rash from the wounds you've been licking Your armour's torn, so you wear a frown on the bathroom floor Where you're safe and sound And it feels just like home When you sink like a stone But you breathe just for show And they wish you good luck on your trip But little do they know That you smile, and you wave with an anchor still tied to your toes The time's never right 'cause the clock won't quit ticking You've got a scar from the scab you keep picking Your mask slips off when you hit the burner The monsters know who you really are And it feels just like home When you sink like a stone But you breathe just for show And they wish you good luck on your trip But little do they know That you smile, and you wave with an anchor still tied to your toes Now you're still being so tough (another cause of fear) Our love's a holy fool (our love's a holy fool) But now I know too much (have I had not enough?) And something's missing, and something's missing And it feels just like home When you sink like a stone But you breathe just for show And they wish you good luck on your trip But little do they know That you smile, and you wave with an anchor still tied With an anchor still tied to your toes