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by Benjamin Dakota Rogers


Lyrics Writer: Benjamin Dakota Rogers
Music Writer: Benjamin Dakota Rogers

Publisher: Trespass Music
Licensing: SOCAN


Lyrics

7. HOME (3:18) (E-Damn/Fucking) ISRC - CAIIX1800007

By Benjamin Dakota Rogers - SOCAN - REG # 94415603

 

And I don’t want to go home /

Oh I don’t want to go home right now /

And I don’t want to go home /

Oh I don’t want to go home right now /

 

You’re just scared that’s all said Anastasia /

You could learn to love like the rest of us if you wanted to /

I took another sip of my half stale whisky thinking /

Damn it I should be drinking something stronger /

And anyway she said /

It’s not like you can get some sort of doctor’s note for a broken heart /

It won’t show up on your ultrasound screaming ouch somebody hurt me /

And even if it did stop your complaining it’s an honour to feel like that /

Because if it doesn’t hurt when everything’s said and done and over with

what was the fucking point /

 

And I don’t want to go home /

Oh I don’t want to go home right now /

And I don’t want to go home /

Oh I don’t want to go home right now /

 

You see when I was a little kid my brother and I /

We used to pretend we were from some other planet /

Like we were moon children destined for greatness / 

Maybe greatness wasn’t as great as we thought /

Maybe the best I could ever hope for was to be from Earth /

It gives us enough sun in the summertime to keep us happy /

And snow in the winter to keep us humble /

And remind us we’re not the biggest kid on the block /

No matter which block were from because there’s a lot of blocks /

 

And I don’t want to go home /

Oh I don’t want to go home right now /

And I don’t want to go home /

Oh I don’t want to go home right now /

 

And I don’t want to go home /

Oh I don’t want to go home right now /

And I don’t want to go home /

Oh I don’t want to go home right now /

 

We all seem to remember who our first kiss last dance was with /

And all the middle in between fades into the side-lines back of my mind /

As I grow old and tired and time draws its lines on my skin /

It’s like a road map to all the places I’ve been /

And the cars that crashed in the middle of the night /

‘Cause alcohol was winning the fight /

School yard fist fights black eyes /

The times I said I love you and nobody replied /

Stop you’re complaining said Anastasia it’s supposed to feel like that /

Because if it doesn’t hurt when everything’s said and done and over with what was the fucking point