Called in sick to work today, I couldn't have gotten a damn thing done Anyhow I made myself some coffee and I listened to the rain rattling leaves, yeah I told myself there's nothing wrong and stared right through the paper For a long, long time Stuck inside your dream so long, it wears you down and grows you old And that's a fact Cold light comes to clear the fog away from time to time But it'll be back soon I used to think that justice had to rule for happy lives But now I'm not so sure at all Come home Why don't you come home? I could not remember why you left And I'd rather been happy than right this time Called my dad to check in and to maybe find some common sense, more or less He says, "Common sense is such a scam", and I'm like "Dad, what do you mean?" He says, "You're either wrong or right and life will go on either way, whatever you chose" But I know That anger's all right Bitterness, no Cold, uncontrollable, sad, and unable to let go And it should be as easy as telling a scab from a scar Well, I don't know Well, I don't know Well, I don't know Well, I don't know Well, I don't know Well, I don't know Called in sick to work today, I couldn't have gotten a damn thing done