Make yourself at home, 'cause i'm going out

Across the street to get us some water

'cause this water's brown, and i'm so embarrassed

To have you here but i want you around

Usually i'd sing, or play you my guitar

But i know it won't get very far with you

'cause you like music that makes you move

And mine has a groove, but it's nothing i can prove



Please know what I mean

When i say, nothing

Things that i buy and things that i think

Haven't made this a better place to be

Drugs that i try and drinks that i drink

Haven't made this a better place to be

It's still just a room with the drums in the middle

A couch along the wall that works as my bed

I still have a phone that rings all day

I still have things i wish i would of said