I need to cut my fingernails   And I avoid reflections, they're not help to my cause   I quote a line from a movie that seems funny at the time   No, I won't say it again, I had a dream that I learnt to write   On the phone, I can't get the time right      On the next train when it comes, now I'm coming home   I get excited by an interesting moment   Then I liken it to something that I've heard of before   I try to censor all my senses at once   Resulting in the fact that I am terminally bored      I was born to stay awake   I don't want to think of how much more I can take   I'll catch the next train when it comes, now I'm coming home   I lay wake and I dream of sleep   Well, I'm no good with numbers, so I'm fucking all the sheep      My eyes are closed but my mine is closed too   I don't know what that means, so I won't say it again   Such a struggle to stay awake   Don't want to think of how much more I can take   I guess the bus is leaving soon, now I'm coming home      Enough said, too much room in my head   I'm missing all our dying plants   I miss the warm bed   A longing sense is so hard to attack   I think of all the good things, now I want to come back      I'm not complaining about the life I'm in   If I did, I wouldn't know where to begin   So I will shut up, turn on the light, now I'm coming home   Well, I'm on the next train when it comes, now I'm coming home   And I guess the bus is leaving soon, now I'm coming home