Small Brown Bike - No Place Like You

Sitting on a cold wall I can feel the wind penetrate this thin blue coat Just enough to give me comfort that I so very need just enough to keep my mind warm

I breathe I want to scream I want to bleed these last few weeks I wish that I was home

The comfort of that place just seems so far from here I wish that I had you We could be just anywhere and I'd still have you near I'd still have you here

Sitting on a hard floor I can smell the smoke coming from your thin black lungs Reminds me why I hate this city and the people in between Reminds me why I slept in the back seat

I breathe I want to scream I want to bleed these last few weeks I wish that I was home

The comfort of that place just seems so far from here I wish that I had you We could be just anywhere and I'd still have you near I'd still have you here