Broad Street (Take Me Home) - Kaonashi

I’m going up to my room.

If you need me, find someone else.

Drunk all night, insides raisin dry, can’t you tell that I hate myself.

Close the door and drop my backpack by the bedside.

I can’t even take my Chucks off and I need something for this cough.

I guess smoking doesn’t help, but neither do any of you.

So I just keep smoking woods cause there’s better to do.

Look at the pot calling the kettle, blackout drunk after midnight.

I wish you could hang tonight.

40 ounce sipper, discount liquor, Yuengling pitcher.

Basements and backseats and everything that goes on in between makes me feel

complete.

Completely empty.

Oh my god, I told myself this year would be different.

I just want my iPod back.

Late night, stove light, quiet as can be,

Aluminum foil covers the dinner mom left out for me.

Check the side door again stupid.

My drunk ass forgot to take out the key.

Broad Street Line, take me home, cause I’ve got nowhere to go.

If you love me then please let me know.