There was no helicopter, there was no great escape
There was no supermarket, no screaming car ride, no zombie chase
you lied about the way this went
you're stepping in your wet cement

I have no other place to go, this remedy is all I know
But have you gone?
The truth of where I am is hard to take
We're living in the house of my mistakes
But have you ever made a place to truly call your own?
Is this the home you know or letting go?

There is no clear agenda, there is no safe retreat
There's just the lengthy process of filling in the you shaped hole in me
And if I've known it would have got this way
I'd got it (harder?) anyway?
Home is not the place it were
Home is where you see yourself