Lyrics of Coming home

I need to cut my fingernails
And i avoid reflections, they're not help to my cause
I quote a line from a movie that seems funny at the time
No, i won't say it again, i had a dream that i learnt to write
On the phone, i can't get the time right

On the next train when it comes, now i'm coming home
I get excited by an interesting moment
Then i liken it to something that i've heard of before
I try to censor all my senses at once
Resulting in the fact that i am terminally bored

I was born to stay awake
I don't want to think of how much more i can take
I'll catch the next train when it comes, now i'm coming home
I lay wake and i dream of sleep
Well, i'm no good with numbers, so i'm fucking all the sheep

My eyes are closed but my mine is closed too
I don't know what that means, so i won't say it again
Such a struggle to stay awake
Don't want to think of how much more i can take
I guess the bus is leaving soon, now i'm coming home

Enough said, too much room in my head
I'm missing all our dying plants
I miss the warm bed
A longing sense is so hard to attack
I think of all the good things, now i want to come back

I'm not complaining about the life i'm in
If i did, i wouldn't know where to begin
So i will shut up, turn on the light, now i'm coming home
Well, i'm on the next train when it comes, now i'm coming home
And i guess the bus is leaving soon, now i'm coming home