Trouble with Home

I sharpen my knife
 Sweep under the sofa
 I'm taking a bath with bath in the bubble eye
 The dream doesn't kill
 The parts that are dying
 But its less then we're just
 That's the trouble with home
 What I hold is my own
 That's the trouble with home
 I walk under the moon
 I would've stepped with the asteroids
 And I follow the brightest shadow, cloistered so it shows no memory
 At the end of the night
 When the bars are all empty
 Save the barkeep and his petty bloom
 That's the trouble with home
 What I own is my own
 That's the trouble with home
 Oh well I can't see
 That's the trouble with home
 What I own is my own
 That's the trouble with home
 Oh well I can't see, why you would stay with me
 Im a poor host,
 Full goblins and ghosts
 Skeletons say they'll stay
 But they all dance away
 Promise you're mine
 Run my hand down your spine
 Say braille doesn't lie
 That's the trouble with home
 Oh I still feel alone
 That's the trouble with home
 Oh well I can't see
 That's the trouble with home
 Oh I still feel alone
 That's the trouble with home
 Oh well I can't see
 That's the trouble with home
 Oh I still feel alone
 That's the trouble with home
 Oh well I can't see
 That's the trouble with home
 Oh I still feel alone
 That's the trouble with home
 Oh well I can't see