Home From War

Here I stand like a soldier, home from war
With nothing to do but remember the shudder of bombs
I’m sure it never quite goes away
Never quite goes away
Here I sit like a beginner, beginning again
All those fuck-ups counted for nothing, ‘cause nothing makes sense
And I am never quite fully awake
And never completely asleep
I’m walking around like a soldier home from war
Lost in a foreign landscape I used to know
And will I ever feel like I belong?
Will I ever feel like I belong anywhere?
Here I lie like a lover who isn’t in love
Who stares at cracks in the ceiling 6 feet above

And he knows just how it feels
The buckle beneath the weight
There is only so much he can take
Only so much he can take
And I might never be normal again
He might never be normal again
But who cares?
Now I’m standing, dishevelled, at your door
Covered in dust and dirt, but filled with hope
And we might never be normal again
We might never be normal again
But who cares?
I ask, who cares?