I went wal-king a-gain I'll go out and for-get to tell a-ny of my friends where I'm go-ing I'm just drunk on the side of the road in a ditch when you find me I wan-na go home, but I'm sick There's more whis-key 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 high-way "I'm sor-ry for as-king, but please, come take me home" I quit tal-king a-gain But I know you're still liste-ning to see if I sleep or I pierce my skin Nee-dles to the worn out rags The folds in my arms, the sick-e-ning black And I hav-en't been ta-king my meds Lock all the cab-inets, send me to bed Cause I know you're still wor-ried I'm gon-na get scared Cause I'm a-lone a-gain and I don't like the things I see And I hav-en't been ta-king my meds Lock all the cab-inets, send me to bed Cause I know you're still wor-ried I'm gon-na get scared a-gain And make my in-sides clean with your kit-chen bleach But I've kissed e-nough bath-room sinks to make up for the lo-vers that ne-ver loved me And I know my bo-dy is just dir-ty clothes; I'm ti-red of wash-ing my hands God, I wan-na go home