Testo di Not At Home

i'm not at home i have no instruments, no instruments i'm using yours i'm throwing pillows on the floor, on the floor and when i'm home, i'm not at home and when i'm home, i'm not at home i'm having thoughts of driving in a storm i was in a storm i'm not in love i'd like to say i never was, never was it wasn't real, now i can say it wasn't real and when i'm home, i'm not at home and when i'm home, i'm not at home i'm crossing fingers i won't run into run into you