What I Call Home

Sometimes I hide, but I want to be found Sometimes I need you, but you're not around Sometimes I feel lost when you ask what I'm thinking of I'm just not rad enough to live to the world's wants I'll sit here and look above Stare directly into the sun I'm too blind to understand I've become my own worst problem And if you ask me what I call home Well then I'd tell ya Home's where my friends and the bottle go