I'm gonna build a fire in the middle of July Burn your pictures and go for a drive Down to the river Watch the ink from your love letters fade Come back home and turn that old mattress over Pour out the whiskey try wakin' up sober Gonna change it all

Anytime she goes away Ain't no sunshine when she's gone And this house just ain't no home Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, gone away It's not warm when she's away And she's always gone to long Wonder this time where she's gone Wonder if she's gone to

From the unknown I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know I problem solve with Styrofoam My world revolves around a black hole

Don't run away Don't slip away my dear Why can't you stay? Ooh make love to me One more time Before you go away Ooh, my love Come home to me Just for a while

All she needed was some At a Clippers' game on the court-side Watch a nigga' shoot like a .4-5 They mad at me, too, I got more fire Why these bitches see you "go home, Roger" (Go home, Roger) Tia and Tamara in my bed I'm a smart guy I ain't fucking with

To sing a song, I got a friend, Shows me all the good times, Tells me I look better, Chews me up and spits me out, And then walks my ass home. And sings a song, When I'm gone, gone, gone.

My baby's comin home, my baby's comin home My baby's comin home I've lost the blues there's nothing else to lose I'm gonna count my twos I'm takin off my shoes When I first heard this boy, I did the twist The things I did before that made her go I ain't

Don't you want to grow up to be just like me? Now don't you want to grow up to be just like me? I am going to attempt to drown myself You can try this at home You can be just like me Mic check 1, 2 We recording? I'm cancerous

Where I held your body close for so long, so long I'll take a chainsaw to the sofa I'm gonna break all of the china 'Cause it's just one more reminder you're gone, you're gone We were building brick by brick Now it's just a quicksand home, yeah So I'll

You thought it was over but it's just like before Will there never be an end to the Indian wars? Out in the desert where the wind never stops A few simple people try to grow a few crops Trying to maintain a life and a home On land that was theirs before