When my mothers acting looney
and the neighbors throw shit at me
and i tell myself i'm crazy
cuz im still chocking myself willfully
why go home
when i write is when i'm happy
but someone's always screaming at me
and the girls all think i'm wacky
but i'm choking myself willfully
why go home
ive got no knife
when im stuck in psychotherapy
and i pop the shit they give me
all y stories keep 'em busy
and i'm cloaking myslef skillfully
why go home
sometimes i forget im davey
and i wake up naked, shaved, and hazy
and they tell me that im crazy
well, i dont need them to forgive me
why go home
i've got no knife