stoned, alone

i've been praying for something

warm sheets and a bad diagnosis

and i'm still sitting here

stoned and at home

i've been desperate to find it

warm eyes and two hands to revive this

because i'm still sitting here

bored and alone

stoned and at home

i wanted love

i wanted something to call my own

i wanted love

i wanted something to bring back home

you'd say i'm a sapphire in pieces

and slowly

i'd start to believe it

'cause i'm still sitting here

stoned and at home

sometimes the struggle's enticing

the world stares in judgment inside me

and i'm still sitting here

bored and alone

i wanted love

i wanted something to call my own

i wanted love

i wanted something to bring back home

i wanted trust

i wanted something to call my own

you let me down

i guess that's something to bring back home