don't feel like home, he's a little out... and all these words elope, it's nothing like your poem putting in, inputting in, don't feel like methadone a scratching voice all alone, there's nothing like your baritone it's nothing as it seems, the little that he needs, it's home the little that he sees, is nothing he concedes, it's home one uninvited chromosome, a blanket like the ozone it's nothing as it seems, all that he needs, it's home the little that he frees, is nothing he believes saving up a sunny day, something maybe two tone anything of his own, a chip off the cornerstone who's kidding, rainy day a one way ticket headstone occupations overthrown, a whisper through a megaphone it's nothing as it seems, the little that he needs, it's home the little that he sees, is nothing he concedes, it's home and all that he frees, a little bittersweet, it's home it's nothing as it seems, the little that you see, it's home...
