Do they want love, or just a home? Do they want love, or just a home? Sorrow, hollow I am just a shell of my old self Crash, burn, die slow The state of mind I'm in, since you lost hope I'm losing sleep, I think I'm passing out You know I never felt more comfortable than on your couch Didn't know my disease could be a verb I carried every single fleeting word inside my mouth I'm losing sleep, I think I'm passing out You know I never felt more comfortable than on your couch Didn't know my disease could be a verb I carried every single fleeting word inside my mouth