Don't feel like home, he's a little out

And all these words elope, it's nothing like your poem

Putting in, in putting in, don't feel like methadone

A scratching voice, all alone, it's nothing like your baritone

It's nothing as it seems, the little that he needs, it's home

The little that he sees is nothing, he concedes, it's home

One uninvited chromosome, a blanket like the ozone

It's nothing as it seems, all that he needs, it's home

The little that he frees, is nothing, he believes

Saving up a sunny day, something maybe two-tone

Anything to call his own, a chip off the cornerstone

Who's kidding, rainy day, a one-way ticket headstone

Occupations overthrown, a whisper through a megaphone

It's nothing as it seems, the little that he needs, it's home

The little that he sees is nothing, he concedes, it's home

And all that he frees, a little bittersweet, it's home

It's nothing as it seems, the little that you see, it's home