Go Home - Julien Baker

I went walking again, I’ll go out

And forget to tell any of my friends where I’m going

I’m just drunk on the side of the road in a ditch

When you find me — I wanna go home, but I’m sick

There’s more whiskey than blood in my veins

More tar than air in my lungs;

the strung out call I make

Burned down on the edge of the highway

«I'm sorry for asking, but please, come take me home»

I quit talking again but I know you’re still listening

To see if I sleep or I pierce my skin

Needles to the worn-out rags

The folds in my arms, the sickening black

And I haven’t been taking my meds

Lock all the cabinets and send me to bed

'Cause I know you’re still worried I’m gonna get scared

'Cause I’m alone again and I don’t like the things I see

And I haven’t been taking my meds

So lock all the cabinets, and send me to bed

'Cause I know you’re still worried I’m gonna get scared again

And make my insides clean with your kitchen bleach

But I’ve kissed enough bathroom sinks

To make up for the lovers that never loved me

And I know my body is just dirty clothes

I’m tired of washing my hands

God, I wanna go home