don't feel like home, he's a little out... 
and all these words elope, it's nothing like your poem 
putting in, inputting in, don't feel like methadone 
a scratching voice all alone, there's nothing like your baritone 
it's nothing as it seems, the little that he needs, it's home 
the little that he sees, is nothing he concedes, it's home 
one uninvited chromosome, a blanket like the ozone 
it's nothing as it seems, all that he needs, it's home 
the little that he frees, is nothing he believes 
saving up a sunny day, something maybe two tone 
anything of his own, a chip off the cornerstone 
who's kidding, rainy day 
a one way ticket headstone 
occupations overthrown, a whisper through a megaphone 
it's nothing as it seems, the little that he needs, it's home 
the little that he sees, is nothing he concedes, it's home 
and all that he frees, a little bittersweet, it's home 
it's nothing as it seems, the little that you see, it's home...