Ongoing Concept My House My Home
The seconds go by one by one,
But I'm here hours later getting no where.
Oh I can't focus.
I've got ten things on my mind;
And all of them are unimportant,
But I'm still wasting time.
Now it's four in there morning,
And I'm writing this song.
And I can't go to sleep till I get every single line done.
Sometimes I pretend I'm living somewhere else.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't here.
After the roads end,
And after the lights fade.
Away from the vices that we have.
That's where I want to be that's where I want to live.
The deadline draws closer day by day,
But my mind gets side tracked with unnecessary things. Every single Distraction that crosses my mind is another I hour I spend trying to get back To the mind set that I was in before.
Sometimes I pretend I was living somewhere else.
Sometimes I wish there was no One around.
After the roads end,
And after the lights fade.
Away from the vices that we have.
That's where I want to be that's where I want to live.
When I wake up in the morning,
And all I hear are the birds singing.
That's where I want to be.
That's where I want to call home.
This is my house,
This is my home if I wanted to get away.
