Final Movement

I’m not at home
I have no instruments
No instruments
And when i’m home
I’m not at home
I’m using yours
I’m throwing pillows on the floor
On the floor
It wasn’t real
Now i can say it wasn’t real
And when i’m home
I’m not at home
I’m having thoughts of driving in a storm
I was in a storm
And when i’m home
I’m not at home
And when i’m home
I’m not at home