"A Place That I Call Home" lyrics

Same town
Talking in circles
Filling my journals up with words
That will never become anything else
And I've worked hard
For everything I have
That's why I get drunk and mad
And contemplate what I'm doing
Or being here at all

I keep wondering why
Everything around me dies
Am I digging my own grave
In a place that I call home
Or will I die unknown

I wake up about the time they're eating lunch
Have a cigarette, take a punch to the gut
From yesterday's decisions that I made
I know I might
I might have taken the road less traveled
I might have spiraled and unraveled like a ball
A ball of yarn with no keep

I keep wondering why
Everything around me dies
Am I digging my own grave
In a place that I call home
Or will I die unknown

Am I a consequence of someone's wrongdoing?
A solid plan just waiting on something to ruin?
A hand grenade just waiting to be thrown?