Misery and Vomit

Home again, home at last,
No contempt for familiar.
Where I falter
Where I sleep alone,
I sleep alone.

Losing track, losing hope,
Growing old and complacent.
Never falter
Always be, alone,
Be alone.

Sick of what you have become.
Sick of all the things you own
That you cannot throw away,
So you lose yourself instead.