Verse It's nice to be home It's nice to indulge in new interests Finish the gin Plug in the circular saw and get down to business I usually don't care who says what On the internet I don't usually regret But I'm often afraid And anxious that all this is endless Living inside spaces where old disagreements Are ever so briefly suspended Sometimes I suspect in some ways I would rather not wake up After sleeping But you make me feel loved I still like to look at your pictures Heaven is soft Hell is a short walk Indiana is twelve hours from home I wish I could say that I know what you wanna hear Then say it Then say it again Like a lullaby