Rusty Nails

I can't leave this bed You see straight through the act I'm not even tired I just don't want to interact with the world outside There ain't anything wrong with that This place is a broken back and a panic attack I don't see how you manage to return Say fuck this town Well it don't need help to burn It's doused in a sea of whiskey And all the people that call it their home Throw cigarette butts all over the road My bed of rusty nails Home's a kitchen and a crime scene But I've got no better place to be I think we should try fixing ourselves Before fixing anything else Keep turning back now Though you're one foot out the door And I'm passed out on the floor no this isn't your home Keep turning back now Though it's only piles of stone And a dried out bag of bones no this isn't your home I caught you again Staring out the window You caught me again Reaching for the bottle My only friend I don't see anything wrong with that My bed of rusty nails Home's a kitchen and a crime scene But I've got no better place to be I think we should try fixing ourselves Before fixing anything else My bed of rusty nails Home's a kitchen and a crime scene But I've got no better place to be I think we should try fixing ourselves Before fixing anything else Before fixing anything else Before fixing anything else