Sick Of Home

I'm sick of love, and i'm sick of home
 like a ghost on a breeze out into the unknown
 my eyelids are as heavy as stones
 i'm emaciated and i'm out on my own
 this has happened for the very last time
 let the cold sweet southern air wash out my mind
 this has gotta be the very last time
 let the cool sweet southern breeze blow out my mind
 one day ill be free to go wherever i like
 i'm selling off everything that i own
 like a tumbleweed blowing where ever the wind blows
 the shirt on my back and a gram of blow
 its time to go, man i really gotta go
 i got to forget this place its warped my mind
 the drolling day to day has warped my me
 my poor affected brain, i'm warped and blind
 this fucking life of mine... oh