It's ironic that I'm homesick
But I'm not far from home
Just a quick trick of the wicked
These four walls feel so alone
And if I ask you for redemption
Would you smile and walk away
Leaving me here with my questions
And better thoughts of yesterday
Or maybe it's my fault
Maybe I'm the one to blame
For making life so fucking hard
For doing damage to my name
So let me lay in this bed I've made
In this world I hate
In my self dug grave
And let me lie on this bed of nails
In these tragic details
In my self built jail
Just lay me lay on this hardwood floor
In my self fought war
So I won't hurt us anymore
All these euphoric statements are all just a ruse
So that I never have to explain
My lies are a disguise I use
To block out all the pain
And if I asked you for favor
Would you throw it in my face
Leaving me without a savior
Alone to fall from grace
Or maybe it's my fault
Maybe I'm the one to blame
For making life so fucking hard
For doing damage to my name
So let me lay in this bed I've made
In this world I hate
In my self dug grave
And let me lie on this bed of nails
In these tragic details
In my self built jail
Just lay me lay on this hardwood floor
In my self fought war
So I won't hurt us anymore
So let me lay in this bed I've made
In this world I hate
In my self dug grave
And let me lie on this bed of nails
In these tragic details
In my self built jail
Just lay me lay on this hardwood floor
In my self fought war
So I won't hurt us anymore
So I won't hurt you anymore...