Don't want to go home anymore

It was a home to me before

But now it's just a hotbed of isolation, nothing more

I hate

I hate not feeling cozy here

After all these goddamned years

Got to be respectful now

To ease your squirming mind

"peter pan isn't real."

Well, maybe he's my religion

Get the log outta your own yard before you chastise the twig in mine...

Mom's lost her independence

Because you stole it

But i won't let you touch mine