I'm at home, thinking about you allTakes a toll, cause nothing lastsAnd I love fasting, maybe that's my faultIt's getting oldI'd love to knowI've got to knowI ain't been afraid in a long time, babyAnd I don't really cry if my legs won't holdI'll be waiting till it growsCause I don't really say what's in my headAnd these thoughts keep coming in, my friendAnd I don't really say what's in my headAnd I'll be waiting till they go
