Yes my dear, i'm headed home   to sew your sails, and plug up all the holes   we're just out of gas or, our glory days are past   i'm not sure which it is,    but we'll know when those stitches hold or bust      i've been sleepin in parking lots   i gave all my gold to the dream that rots   love its time to choose   cause i'm just tired of watching you lose      so yeah i think its time that i head home   to cool your boiling skin   and mend your broken bones   breathe that blue pain in   (is it still exceptional?)   and know why i'm not scared   (is it still exceptional?)      i've been sleepin in parking lots   i sold my soul to the dream that rots   love its time to choose   cause i'm just tired of watching you lose      but i'm lost still   what is home   its not a place i need    or a place i know   yeah i know where i can go home   (is it still exceptional)   i can't go back home      i've been sleepin in parking lots   you ripped out my circuits   you shut me off   love its time to choose   cause i'm just tired of watching you lose