Rob Getzschman - This Place Just Doesn't Feel Like Home Anymore Lyrics

This place makes me sick
When I’m not lovin’ it
Like every day here is a chance to forget about good
Everything that’s good
White Castle pads my feed
Waste paper lines these streets
Like every day here is the day after some parade
Some bland parade
And I’m done up in braids
With a sash to match my scowl
And a rash to match my howl
But I won’t be back to shop your dollar stores
Cuz this place just doesn’t feel like home anymore
I worked the pedals but I didn't steer
And that's how I found myself here
Not far from where I aimed, but far enough
Just far enough
I tell myself these wise words, lad
It's just different, it’s not bad
But I believe that like this is all some charade
Some grand charade
And I’m done up in braids
With a sash to match my scowl
And a rash to match my howl
But I won’t be back to shop your dollar stores
Cuz this place just doesn't feel like home anymore
Well I figure it’s high time to leave
But I ain’t got the ways or means
So I'm grabbin’ at straws for some alternative plan
Some master plan
I don’t wanna break anybody’s back
And the camel’s lookin’ mighty stacked
But I'm hopin’ I can just hitch a ride for the promenade
And I’m done up in braids
With a sash to match my scowl
And a rash to match my howl
But I won’t be back to shop your dollar stores
Cuz this place just doesn’t feel like home anymore
No this place just doesn’t feel like home anymore

This place makes me sick
When I’m not lovin’ it
Like every day here is a chance to forget about good
Everything that’s good
White Castle pads my feed
Waste paper lines these streets
Like every day here is the day after some parade
Some bland parade
And I’m done up in braids
With a sash to match my scowl
And a rash to match my howl
But I won’t be back to shop your dollar stores
Cuz this place just doesn’t feel like home anymore
I worked the pedals but I didn't steer
And that's how I found myself here
Not far from where I aimed, but far enough
Just far enough
I tell myself these wise words, lad
It's just different, it’s not bad
But I believe that like this is all some charade
Some grand charade
And I’m done up in braids
With a sash to match my scowl
And a rash to match my howl
But I won’t be back to shop your dollar stores
Cuz this place just doesn't feel like home anymore
Well I figure it’s high time to leave
But I ain’t got the ways or means
So I'm grabbin’ at straws for some alternative plan
Some master plan
I don’t wanna break anybody’s back
And the camel’s lookin’ mighty stacked
But I'm hopin’ I can just hitch a ride for the promenade
And I’m done up in braids
With a sash to match my scowl
And a rash to match my howl
But I won’t be back to shop your dollar stores
Cuz this place just doesn’t feel like home anymore
No this place just doesn’t feel like home anymore