Home- howd you ever say no

The problem never was going home.
 It was finding out where home really was all along.
 So I’ve got one knife in my heart and one in my hand and if you asked me to dance this last time
…well I wouldn’t say no, id just say that its dangerous
And I’d hoped you’d take the risk.
With every morning we’d spend sleeping past ten and pulling pages from the bible looking for some kind of answer we’d find that everything gets easier and clearer after a good cup of coffee.
 Then maybe you’d stop looking for answers all the time and let someone else be worked up over the biased news casting for once
. I’ve known too many kids with their fascinations and self diagnosed addictions to Aderall and late night reality TV to let you slip into that societal coma.
So if you get the chance, try to find your way back to home
even if what you thought would be waiting there all along isn’t.
 But maybe there’d be just an empty ashtray where you burned old love letters and a piece of birthday cake your mom made from scratch because you’ll never have those two things the same one day.
So if there’s one thing I’ve learned from all this is that when you come home soaked in rain water and you can’t remember the last time something went at least ok, call your grandmother.
Or bake brownies and you probably will make it out alright.
 If a girl with a knife in her hand and a chip on her shoulder asks you to dance…well you take that dance and know that one day you’ll look back on it and wonder
 how you’d ever had said no.