i’m stuck, like a postage stamp   addressed too hell    with the girls that ‘go out’ in the dark   ‘till you steal a light from somebody else    romeos & our hazy-heads trickin’ sweet juliets too bed   & oh my god    the headaches you must get from the weight of that crown      ‘cos i can carry the world on my back but i’ll need a hand with ‘me’    & you know that i love ya i just took it back ‘cos it won’t mean a thing       till i’m back    till i’m back      home, the cities get me sick & i’m outta’ antidotes    home, hook me to the IV ‘cos i need an overdose   home, we’re the ‘too-brave’ birds with clipped wings   flying on   flying on      patient princes livin’ on dead phone lines    wished real hard too make it stop    ricochet off clubs to some bedroom to get by    ‘flyin’ bullet’ love still splintering in my gut       ‘cos i can carry the ‘world’ on my back but i’ll need a hand with ‘me’    & you know that i love ya i just took it back ‘cos it won’t mean a thing       till i’m back    till i’m back      home, the cities get me sick & i’m outta’ antidotes    home, hook me to the IV ‘cos i need an overdose   home, we’re the ‘too-brave’ birds with clipped wings   flying on   flying on      carousel heads on prescription meds    wedlocked to the bedposts of bestfriends    sinned in the chapel of my chest   we get baptized in sweat blood & piss   just corner-sitting coffins till we’re dead   find a vein & shoot the sunset   ‘cos this see-thru boy won’t be missed   till i’m back    till i’m back    till i’m back          home, the cities get me sick & i’m outta’ antidotes    home, hook me to the IV ‘cos i need an overdose   home, we’re the ‘too-brave’ birds with clipped wings   flying on   flying on