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Make yourself at home, 'cause i'm going out Across the street to get us some water 'cause this water's brown, and i'm so embarrassed To have you here but i want you around Usually i'd sing, or play you my guitar But i know it won't get very far with you 'cause you like music that makes you move And mine has a groove, but it's nothing i can prove Please know what I mean When i say, nothing Things that i buy and things that i think Haven't made this a better place to be Drugs that i try and drinks that i drink Haven't made this a better place to be It's still just a room with the drums in the middle A couch along the wall that works as my bed I still have a phone that rings all day I still have things i wish i would of said