Rusty Nails

I can't leave this bed
You see straight through the act
I'm not even tired
I just don't want to interact with the world outside
There ain't anything wrong with that
This place is a broken back and a panic attack

I don't see how you manage to return
Say fuck this town
Well it don't need help to burn
It's doused in a sea of whiskey
And all the people that call it their home
Throw cigarette butts all over the road

My bed of rusty nails
Home's a kitchen and a crime scene
But I've got no better place to be
I think we should try fixing ourselves
Before fixing anything else

Keep turning back now
Though you're one foot out the door
And I'm passed out on the floor no this isn't your home
Keep turning back now
Though it's only piles of stone
And a dried out bag of bones no this isn't your home

I caught you again
Staring out the window
You caught me again
Reaching for the bottle
My only friend
I don't see anything wrong with that

My bed of rusty nails
Home's a kitchen and a crime scene
But I've got no better place to be
I think we should try fixing ourselves
Before fixing anything else

My bed of rusty nails
Home's a kitchen and a crime scene
But I've got no better place to be
I think we should try fixing ourselves
Before fixing anything else
Before fixing anything else
Before fixing anything else