Don't Come Home Like That. Home Isn't Where We Should Be Hiding. This Room Is Echoing Terrifically. Your Tongue Is Slipping Instinctively. It's A Shame True Feelings Run From Your Bottle. Was I Nothing More Than A Part Of Your Foundation? A Beam In Your Scheme. A Seam In Your Creation. And You Don't Hesitate To Hammer Us In To The Concrete. And You Watch Us Bend Because You Can't Wedge Your Way Into Nothingness. Don't Come Home Like That. Home Isn't Where We Should Be Hiding. This Room Is Echoing Terrifically. Your Tongue Is Slipping Instinctively. It's A Shame True Feelings Run From Your Bottle. This Is How My House Moves And Breathes And As Awkward As It May Be. It's My House And I Am Breathing Its Toxicity.