A better man once said   His name is something frozen   At the fork in the road   Always take the one less chosen   I tried to follow suit   I tried to choose my destiny   Now I'm lost in the Thistle weeds   And I'm drowning 6 feet deep   And now I'm staring at an unfamiliar ceiling   I know that I cannot change myself   I know that there must be a home for me   Other people's canopies look so appealing   As I close my eyes and drift to sleep   I know that there must be a home for me      A wiser man once said   His name is something crazy   When you're down in the gutter now   The stars they look so hazy   I tried to break the mold   I tried to pull one down for me   Now I'm lost in the outer space   And the dark it's eating me      Home   It's where I gotta be, not where I wanna be   It's where I wanna be, not where I gotta be   It's where I gotta be, not where I wanna be   For me