"Not A Home" lyrics

Back on top of Benz and it ain't music
It's a paper cut, I flip it and my finger get the bruising
Never heard of war, yeah, I really get to choose it
Who's the lucky girl who'd be with me for my music?

Let go
It's a house, not a home, and it's broke, but I can't let go
I've been trying to keep it locked down, but I can't cope

Go to bed so late, I don't sleep
And the coffee's three days old at least
Spending all the rack shit I don't need
I don't see the void, that void sees me

Haunted, buried under deep earth
(It's a house, not a home, it's broke, but I can't let go)
Silence, dying in this cold dirt
(It's a house, not a home, it's broke, but I can't let go)

Never relax
So many ghosts in my head, might as well get a welcome mat
Just a house, not a home, but it's broke, better get that patched

Sleeping in so long, I look sick
I quit cigarettes, but I'm hooked on zyn
I thought it was a diamond, but it's made of glass
If you shatter that shit, clean the pieces up fast

Haunted, buried under deep earth
(It's a house, not a home, it's broke, but I can't let go)
Silence, dying in this cold dirt
(It's a house, not a home, it's broke, but I can't let go)