coming home
on your way to the best years of your life
everyone's banging on the gongs
the sooner you leave, the sooner you're home
back in massachusetts.
to your golden age,
when they tuck you in at night.
you didn't see it coming
now who're you going to wave to?
this time, you're not homecoming king.
did you hear that?
have you heard that sound before?
do you even know where it is coming from?
it's getting too loud,
it keeps on pushing you out
into the arms of 1994.
you didn't see it coming
now who're you going to wave to?
this time, you're not homecoming king.
you're not homecoming king.
you stand on your own.
was it what you hoped at all?
do you still recall it?
giving dead-arms in the hall.
stay right where you are,
you'll be half of who you were
when you always would win
so count the days till you give in
back to massachusetts,
to your golden age,
when your crown was shining bright.
didn't see it coming.
now who're you going to wave to?
this time you're not homecoming king.
you didn't see it coming.
now who're you going to wave to?
this time you're not homecoming king.
you're not homecoming king.
i built a time machine.
i'm going to see the homecoming queen.
take her to the christmas dance,
maybe now i'll get in her pants.
whatever.
back with my high school friends,
meeting where the train tracks end.
passing 'round a skinny joint.
rollin' up to lookout point.
i wanna pull it apart and put it back together.
i wanna relive all my adolescent dreams.
inspired by true events on movie screens,
i am a one-man wrecking machine.
back in my parents' house.
back to the shouting out loud.
one day you'll be a man,
one day you'll understand.
i wanna pull it apart and put it back together.
i wanna relive all my adolescent dreams,
inspired by true events on movie screens,
i am a one-man wrecking machine.
inspired by true events on movie screens,
i am a one-man wrecking machine.
here in the present tense
nothing is making sense.
waiting for my moment to come.
everything has come undone.
i tried to pull it apart and put it back together.
no point in living in my adolescent dreams.
inspired by true events on movie screens,
i am a one-man wrecking machine.
inspired by true events on movie screens,
i am a one-man wrecking machine.
i went to the homecoming game tonight. it was surreal to say the least, and i still can't puzzle out how i feel about it. it's scaring the hell out of me - i'm disappointed and a little disillusioned, but i have no idea why. and for some reason it makes me question how happy i really am at school. i've had little but good things to say so far, but coming home to this, coming back to what i used to have, makes me miss it, makes me want it back. and that's a lot, because for the most part i was really disappointed in high school. not that i didn't like it - i just wasn't always happy. yet it still feels like home, and the people still feel like family. and then i resent umass, because it's so big and can never give me the same sense of pride and community that oakmont gave me. umass will never feel like home the way oakmont does, and it will never feel like home the way oakmont does. and now i wonder how happy i am at umass, or if i'm just happy because it's not here.
i'm supposed to have moved on from oakmont, supposed to have rooted myself somewhere else. i don't belong there anymore. umass feels like home sometimes, but i don't feel like i belong there, either. i don't really even belong at home anymore, either - my room is a guest room, full of unpacked junk; the rest of my house lives without me every day, and i'm almost uncomfortable in the rest of the house, because i don't have my computer - my connection to the life i live at school. it's funny, but i only ever feel at home in my car, alone with the radio. it's the one place that i really feel comfortable, at peace.
no more. i think too much.
xoxo,
me,
everyone's banging on the gongs
the sooner you leave, the sooner you're home
back in massachusetts.
to your golden age,
when they tuck you in at night.
you didn't see it coming
now who're you going to wave to?
this time, you're not homecoming king.
did you hear that?
have you heard that sound before?
do you even know where it is coming from?
it's getting too loud,
it keeps on pushing you out
into the arms of 1994.
you didn't see it coming
now who're you going to wave to?
this time, you're not homecoming king.
you're not homecoming king.
you stand on your own.
was it what you hoped at all?
do you still recall it?
giving dead-arms in the hall.
stay right where you are,
you'll be half of who you were
when you always would win
so count the days till you give in
back to massachusetts,
to your golden age,
when your crown was shining bright.
didn't see it coming.
now who're you going to wave to?
this time you're not homecoming king.
you didn't see it coming.
now who're you going to wave to?
this time you're not homecoming king.
you're not homecoming king.
i built a time machine.
i'm going to see the homecoming queen.
take her to the christmas dance,
maybe now i'll get in her pants.
whatever.
back with my high school friends,
meeting where the train tracks end.
passing 'round a skinny joint.
rollin' up to lookout point.
i wanna pull it apart and put it back together.
i wanna relive all my adolescent dreams.
inspired by true events on movie screens,
i am a one-man wrecking machine.
back in my parents' house.
back to the shouting out loud.
one day you'll be a man,
one day you'll understand.
i wanna pull it apart and put it back together.
i wanna relive all my adolescent dreams,
inspired by true events on movie screens,
i am a one-man wrecking machine.
inspired by true events on movie screens,
i am a one-man wrecking machine.
here in the present tense
nothing is making sense.
waiting for my moment to come.
everything has come undone.
i tried to pull it apart and put it back together.
no point in living in my adolescent dreams.
inspired by true events on movie screens,
i am a one-man wrecking machine.
inspired by true events on movie screens,
i am a one-man wrecking machine.
i went to the homecoming game tonight. it was surreal to say the least, and i still can't puzzle out how i feel about it. it's scaring the hell out of me - i'm disappointed and a little disillusioned, but i have no idea why. and for some reason it makes me question how happy i really am at school. i've had little but good things to say so far, but coming home to this, coming back to what i used to have, makes me miss it, makes me want it back. and that's a lot, because for the most part i was really disappointed in high school. not that i didn't like it - i just wasn't always happy. yet it still feels like home, and the people still feel like family. and then i resent umass, because it's so big and can never give me the same sense of pride and community that oakmont gave me. umass will never feel like home the way oakmont does, and it will never feel like home the way oakmont does. and now i wonder how happy i am at umass, or if i'm just happy because it's not here.
i'm supposed to have moved on from oakmont, supposed to have rooted myself somewhere else. i don't belong there anymore. umass feels like home sometimes, but i don't feel like i belong there, either. i don't really even belong at home anymore, either - my room is a guest room, full of unpacked junk; the rest of my house lives without me every day, and i'm almost uncomfortable in the rest of the house, because i don't have my computer - my connection to the life i live at school. it's funny, but i only ever feel at home in my car, alone with the radio. it's the one place that i really feel comfortable, at peace.
no more. i think too much.
xoxo,
me,