Disarm - Bad Astronaut

Houston) I’m coming home

I’m not bound anymore on the brink of nothing

I’m just starting something

I am dog boy, overwhelmed, unemployed

An arsenal of outbursts but I’m just saying it first

I don’t want to lose everything that we grew

I’m not cutting you down, I’m just carrying the axe

Knowing it’s half bad, knowing its a little sad

And theres blood on our hands

I hate this.

No one at the wheel

Everyone is here to feel, I’m coming home

We aren’t sound anymore

I can’t build a purpose in this falling structure

I’m not tearing it down, I just can’t find the sound

I’m disarming the bomb before it goes off

Knowing it’s half bad, knowing it’s all smiling sad

And the gun in my hand is empty

I am Mr. Guilt, everyone is here to feel

I thank you all so much for my next trick, next trip, drive home

No hard feelings