Disarm

(Houston)
 I'm coming home,
 I'm not bound anymore on the brink of nothing
 I'm just starting something.
 I am dog boy, overwhelmed, unemployed, an arsenal of outbursts
 But I'm just saying it first.
 I don't want to lose everything that we grew.
 I'm not cutting you down, I'm just carrying the axe.
 Knowing it's half bad, knowing its a little sad
 And there's blood on our hands. I hate this.
 No one at the wheel, everyone is here to feel:
 I'm coming home. We aren't sound anymore,
 I can't build a purpose in this falling structure.
 I'm not tearing it down, I just can't find the sound.
 I'm disarming the bomb before it goes off.
 Knowing it's half bad, knowing it's all smiling sad.
 And the gun in my hand is empty.
 I am Mr. Guilt, everyone is here to feel.
 I thank you all so much for my next trick, next trip, drive home.
 (What's happening)
 (Let's go)
 No hard feelings.