Home Is the Place

I don’t want to reassure
What I want to condemn
Complicity comes by so easy it scares me
Its second nature to me
Just look at the (?) I live in this year
Just look what it wears
Second hand it makes no demand
While I hold what’s most precious to me 
As it folds (or falls)

But this is mine 
This is my last wish
Well I feel my hands 
Ready to motion no more
Yeah this is mine
This is my last wish
And i trust this like an instinct

And it flushes through my body
Settles into my hands
(?) with intention like wire
i only want to descend
Like the rain
Like the rain when it comes
Leaving nothing to waste
I close my eyes
I close my eyes
And pinch myself to say yes
I give it I give it I give it up

But this is mine 
This is my last wish
Well I feel my hands 
Ready to motion no more
Yeah this is mine
This is my last wish
And i trust this like an instinct
Yes I do

I said I do