...at Home Testo

I turn my computer chair
And my guitar just hits the wall again
I'm still not used to this new house
But moving on I'm not indifferent towards at all
'Cause I got myself a job
I'll buy myself a car
My guitar might need a tune up
Maybe a frisbee I can throw in the dark
'Cause that's all I really need
Besides oxygen, water, and friends Yeah, that's all I need to live
And I live happy
Even if things are worse than they were before

I turn my computer chair
And my guitar just hits the wall again
I'm still not used to this new house
I open up my journal
And get taken back a year
Goddamn this summer's wearin' shackles
Last year I just felt so free
And that's all I really need now
To be free
So every now and then
No, I mean every single day
I'll find the time to throw that frisbee
Even if it means sacrificing sleep

I don't know what to expect for the future
But I'm sure it can't be bad If school and work take up my days
Then it's nights I'll keep myself sane
Even if I never sleep again