I hate the shell of a man I've become With every year I've grown cold and numb Everyone would be better off If I'd just shut up and write some songs Cause I've felt these hands Break every beautiful thing they've ever held And I've felt this mouth spout off You ruined me, too many times to count And it fucks me up to think There's anything to love about me And all I can focus on is How everyone ends up leaving Even if they didn't mean it I don't want to mean it And I've been reading books on attachment And how fucked my head is And I've been coping By avoiding all forms of communication We all learn that needs change with age But right now I just want you to stay the same And it fucks me up to think There's anything to love about me Do you feel like home? Well I've never known