My Front Door

I got nowhere to be. Strange as it might seem.
I can't get past my front door.

I got nowhere to hide. Believe me, I've tried.
I can't sit here anymore.

It's like I'm always on my own.
It's my choice, it's just so lonely.
But when I leave, I'm missing home.

I don't know what it is. I feel disconnected
From the conversations now.
It's something I need. It's so out of reach.
I've been going further down.

It's like I'm always on my own.
I know it's me, it's just so lonely.
Can't help myself. When I see people coming down.
I guess I'll see you around.
Yeah.