Portrait of Ned

Where is home? Streets are home I walk them time and time again And each time I am alone Where is she? Visions of her speak Visions of her and him together Living by the sea But please don't drown Or let him hold you down With the waves above your head And please don't sleep yourself into a dream I stay beneath your bed [Verse 2] But don't go please A cold breeze Pulling teeth Pissed off and nosebleeds Stay here just for the weekend See friends later I wish that I could hate her But they're just the words that I sold, to you Maybe girl we could grow old But the shower is cold And I'm sour sold And darker than the black night This age is old