Called in sick to work today, I couldn't have gotten a damn thing done

Anyhow

I made myself some coffee and I listened to the rain rattling leaves, yeah

I told myself there's nothing wrong and stared right through the paper

For a long, long time

Stuck inside your dream so long, it wears you down and grows you old

And that's a fact

Cold light comes to clear the fog away from time to time

But it'll be back soon

I used to think that justice had to rule for happy lives

But now I'm not so sure at all

Come home

Why don't you come home?

I could not remember why you left

And I'd rather been happy than right this time

Called my dad to check in and to maybe find some common sense, more or less

He says, "Common sense is such a scam", and I'm like "Dad, what do you mean?"

He says, "You're either wrong or right and life will go on either way, whatever you chose"

But I know

That anger's all right

Bitterness, no

Cold, uncontrollable, sad, and unable to let go

And it should be as easy as telling a scab from a scar

Well, I don't know

Well, I don't know

Well, I don't know

Well, I don't know

Well, I don't know

Well, I don't know

Called in sick to work today, I couldn't have gotten a damn thing done