I wish I could just slip back into my habits

I wish that life was like it was when I was seven

So distant from home

New friends they come and go

Maybe it's time to return?

No, disengage, it's lost

Only dark depression and drugs

Fill the void of becoming what I want

Homesick to my stomach

Memories create the perfect image

There was and still is nothing for me

There was and still is nothing

Homesick to my stomach

Memories create the perfect image

There was and still is nothing for me

There was and still is nothing

Get the fuck up

Wake up and say that you hate yourself

Wake up now and say that you hate yourself

Wake up and say that you hate yourself

Wake up now and say that you hate yourself

Go into your own thoughts

Faint voices fill you with love

Maybe it's time to return?

No, disengage, it's lost

Only dark depression and drugs

Fill the void of becoming what I want

Homesick to my stomach

Memories create the perfect image

There was and still is nothing for me

There was and still is nothing

Homesick to my stomach

Memories create the perfect image

There was and still is nothing for me

There was and still is nothing

No jobs, no future, no joy in past pleasures

I know why I left and I'm happy to come back and go again

Some faces never change

I still love them but I don't wanna lose progress

Sometimes you gotta pack up and move on