home is where i want to be.

Pick me up and turn me round I feel numb - burn with a weak heart (so i) guess i must be having fun The less we say about it the better Make it up as we go along Feet on the ground Head in the sky It's ok i know nothing's wrong . . nothing xanax & a mint chocolate chip ice cream sandwich. and a wish for a time machine to change my mind about coming "home" to visit. fuck. i hate this place.