Letra de Doing It Anyways

Home is a consequence, made of all you think you want to know Life has not offered me anywhere that I'd call home Do you want me to taste you? Can you touch me? Do you want me to touch you? Can you feel me? Do you want me to fuck you? Can you heal me? You can't heal me - You can't know me Chorus: Sinking deep, much too deep, digging deeper than I ever cared tobe I don't think, I don't need, but I care about it What's the point in doing it, anyway? You are a sacrifice, forced to not accept yourself I cannot offer you anything that you'd hold true Truths often tell a lie; lies that I think you should know Not that I realize. Just a simple fuck around. I am a consequence Made of all you think you want to know Life has not offered me Anywhere that you'd call home