I don't mind losing my mind
Leave all my troubles behind
Steal what I can from the super market
I don't mind losing two years
Feels like fourteen around here
Most of my friend can't wait to meet me
Is it too late to come home,
Will the door still be open?
With the fire in the stove
And the rocking chair croaking
Promise I'll never run away again
I don't mind Sunday come three
If Sunday doesn't mind me
Licking my wounds with a
Whiskey snake tongue
I don't mind you don't mind me
Let me kiss both of your cheeks
Goodbye's just afraid of hello
To the next place
Is it too late to come home,
Will the door still be open?
With the ash in the silt
And the circle unbroken
I promise I'll never run away again