Roots

I can't go home again It will split me into two I loathe my clothes again They just remind me of my roots Now the scratch on the chalkboard says come on boy get out of your tomb But the look in your eyes and your tone suggests that I am straight out the womb I lost control again And now I feel like somebody new I crashed my car again It just felt like the right thing to do Meanwhile your mother and father and brother and sister are through They're sick of listening to you grasp at straws trying to find an excuse And now I can't be your puppet So baby sound the trumpets And crack that bottle open So that I can be your outlet And now I can't feel my roots And I miss feeling you And when it's dark you know you can reach me Don't go OD on your own stupidity Believe in me is all I can preach Will you turn it around? It's not too late to be heaven bound, I'm on my knees