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Old 12-14-2006, 01:22 AM   #1 (permalink)
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Default Aint Home Yet

thought i'd dig this up seeing as im going to be recording it real soon but in a shorter version, the verses im cutting out are highlighted in red.

Aint Home Yet

A lonely man he sits counting
The minutes until dawn
You may say he is a sad sight
And he would tell you you are wrong
You may say he is a poor soul
But he would rather be alone
And he left when the sun rose
But he aint home yet

The nervous housewife she paces
She knows her husbands home in an hour
He will spit and he will curse
And then pass out in the shower
On the surface she may fool you
But there’s no more beauty to this flower
By the morning she will forgive
And she aint home yet

A guiltless man he wears a suit
Made of jewels and fancy furs
People hang their troubles
In a wreath upon his curls
I have heard he values pain
More than his diamonds and his pearls
On the surface he seems used to it
But he aint home yet


I’m so sick and tired of this mask
That let’s me sneak into your past
You may figure out my agenda
But I move too fast
For my sins your compensation
There is a little I could ask
Dead leaves for substitution
And I aint home yet

I got troubles I got choices
And in the end I’m worse for wear
Each night I make them proud
Sitting in my truthless chair
I know these options arent for taking
But what’s left to make me care
Laughing jackals all around me
And I aint home yet


The scornful master is singing verses
From a song that don’t exist
My brain stops and reverses
Each time a word is missed
Those snakes in disguises handed me curses
Which I just couldn’t resist
Only dead dirt behind me
I aint home yet
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Painstaking devotion and love
Surrendered to self preservation
From others who care for themselves
A blindness that touches perfection
But hurts just like anything else

Isolation, isolation, isolation
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