Life Atm -

A good night’s sleep

Has become a joke to me

Becoming more accident prone

And still I’m never home

Alarm clocks can go to hell

A nightmare with a bell

Too scared to be alone

And still I’m never home

And now I’m here at a stand-still

A gap in my life that I’ve got to fill

And always, always, I must confess

I’m beginning to figure out

That life is too short to care about

Anything, anything, anything

That causes stress

Got bags under my eyes

And oh, how I hate goodbyes

I won’t pick up the phone

And still I’me never home

This ain’t no high school now

But there’s still show and tell

It’s Friday but I’ve grown

And still I’m never home

I feel the seconds ticking by

(when I’m never home)

I find myself asking why

(that I’m never home)