returning home, i look forward to the thrill
of another lecture or another pointless drill.
ascend the front steps dreading further war
why the f*ck is my key not fitting in the door?
i guess i’m not wanted, i wonder what i’ll do
i’ve already been banned from my friends houses too.
i wonder what i did to make my mum so mad
no perfect homelife but the only one i had.
oh my god, mum changed the locks.
now i’ve got my freedom but no place to go
no prospects or money to go to a show.
i haven’t got on well with my mum all year
can’t use the phone to call my friends for a beer