She runs away<br>
With nothing to say.<br>
Shoes in her hands<br>
Is salvation coming near?<br>
<br>
Her hair's a mess<br>
And look at that dress.<br>
Can't help to say<br>
She's got the pills to make it better.<br>
<br>
Maybe she needs therapy<br>
Or maybe she just don't need me.<br>
Drinkin', drivin', one night stands<br>
Slit your wrist and try again.<br>
Mom is gone, daddy's away<br>
Sometimes there's nothing left to say.<br>
Doesn't want to hold my hand<br>
Never call it home again.<br>
<br>
Down by the liquor store<br>
At the corner if she wants more.<br>
Take you places far away,<br>
Replace the words that you can't say.<br>
<br>
Home is where the heart(ache) is<br>
Empty bottles, fucked up kids.<br>
Looking for that other place<br>
Somethings you just can't erase.<br>
<br>
Left for dead one Saturday<br>
Took the plunge and drove away.<br>
Close your eyes, try to forget<br>
Home is where the heart(ache) is.<br>
<br>
Maybe she needs therapy<br>
Or maybe she just don't need me.<br>
Drinkin', drivin', one night stands<br>
Slit your wrist and try again.<br>
<br>
Home is where the heart(ache) is<br>