Home Calling
(erm, laila is so bizarrely adorable after the crawling has passed)
lemon bursts in my eyes
burns like salt on ice
taking guns to fight knives
its just home calling
feathery fingers in my hair
so light, they're not even there
its just the wind coming to my care
its just home calling
looking directly at the sun
'reading in the dark again, hun?'
laughing hysterically at a stupid pun
its just home calling
calling in sick and going to lakesides
calling dibs for passenger seat in car rides
'i hate everyone but you' kindof crisis prides
its just home calling
trying out new recipes
fuck this, fuck that, mood-messers
standing on an emotional precipice
its just home calling
remembering home calling
we talked for hours, i thought 'im falling'
deja vu and memory recalling
its just home calling
i was just walking home
i was just hauling home
i was just mourning home
i was just calling home
taking the long way home
but home's right beside me
texting some guy called Om
she walks beside me, oh
so, i never walk alone
i walk with my home
i run to my home
but she's calling me back, calling me home
after yearns and mourns
same old shit, different hours
after years, my phone buzzing
its just home calling
