i never made the bed
my brain complained and never seemed to learn
my thoughts would stay up humming
my ears would stay up drumming
those roommates made it hard to stay long term
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if homeless is a state of mind
and HL is the postage sign
i live in fear, i must confess
it will remain my return address
i don't want to stay here in homelessness
2. couldn't live inside my heart
slept in tents filled up with art
on every wall there hung a ticking clock
i had no time to pack
i left that bloody shack
and when i did i heard they had to change the lock
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3. couldn't live inside my guts
it was a maze it drove me nuts
and every room i stayed in was for testing
couldn't stomach my own mess
it was too much to digest
and i left on account of never resting
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