i’m stuck, like a postage stampnnaddressed too hell nnwith the girls that ‘go out’ in the darknn‘till you steal a light from somebody else nnromeos & our hazy-heads trickin’ sweet juliets too bednn& oh my god nnthe headaches you must get from the weight of that crownnnnn‘cos i can carry the world on my back but i’ll need a hand with ‘me’ nn& you know that i love ya i just took it back ‘cos it won’t mean a thing nnnntill i’m back nntill i’m backnnnnhome, the cities get me sick & i’m outta’ antidotes nnhome, hook me to the IV ‘cos i need an overdosennhome, we’re the ‘too-brave’ birds with clipped wingsnnflying onnnflying onnnnnpatient princes livin’ on dead phone lines nnwished real hard too make it stop nnricochet off clubs to some bedroom to get by nn‘flyin’ bullet’ love still splintering in my gut nnnn‘cos i can carry the ‘world’ on my back but i’ll need a hand with ‘me’ nn& you know that i love ya i just took it back ‘cos it won’t mean a thing nnnntill i’m back nntill i’m backnnnnhome, the cities get me sick & i’m outta’ antidotes nnhome, hook me to the IV ‘cos i need an overdosennhome, we’re the ‘too-brave’ birds with clipped wingsnnflying onnnflying onnnnncarousel heads on prescription meds nnwedlocked to the bedposts of bestfriends nnsinned in the chapel of my chestnnwe get baptized in sweat blood & pissnnjust corner-sitting coffins till we’re deadnnfind a vein & shoot the sunsetnn‘cos this see-thru boy won’t be missednntill i’m back nntill i’m back nntill i’m back nnnnnnhome, the cities get me sick & i’m outta’ antidotes nnhome, hook me to the IV ‘cos i need an overdosennhome, we’re the ‘too-brave’ birds with clipped wingsnnflying onnnflying on