[Verse] It's nice to be home
It's nice to indulge in new interests
Finish the gin
Plug in the circular saw and get down to business
I usually don't care who says what
On the internet
I don't usually regret
But I'm often afraid
And anxious that all this is endless
Living inside spaces where all disagreements
Are ever so briefly suspended
Sometimes I suspect in some ways
I would rather not wake up
After sleeping
But you make me feel loved
I still like to look at your pictures
Heaven is soft
Hell is a short walk
Indiana is twelve hours from home
I wish I could say that I know what you wanna hear
Then say it
Then say it again
Like a lullaby