Home Alone

I feel the violation of my school photo

Sitting in your movie cabinet

Just knowing that you have it makes me

Want to hire someone to sneak in and take my stuff

Certificates and letters

They'll be sitting there forever now

It's hard to tell if you're thinking of me

Do you love me?

Do you miss me?

Would you stab me if you saw me?

I saw a wedding photo

Do you think that I'm a failure?

I'm breathing in these ashes

Now my lungs carry a trailer of shit

And I want to be free of it

I want to be free of it

I want to be free of it

I want to be free of it

And I want to be free of it

I want to be free of it

And I want to be free of it

I dream about my bedroom

Sneaking in while you're out

Making meals in the kitchen

Camping out on the couch

I hear the car come up the driveway

The crinkle of the stones

A yell from the hallway

And a want that won't let me quit

And I want to be free of it

I want to be free of it

I want to be free of it

And I want to be free of it

I want to be free of it

I want to be free of it

I want to be free of it

And I want to be free of it