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Make yourself at home, 'cause i'm going out Across the street to get us some water 'cause this water's brown, and i'm so embarrassed To have you here but i want you around Usually i'd sing, or play you my guitar But i know it won't get very far with you 'cause you like music that makes you move And mine has a groove, but it's nothing i can prove Please know what I mean When i say, nothing Things that i buy and things that i think Haven't made this a better place to be Drugs that i try and drinks that i drink Haven't made this a better place to be It's still just a room with the drums in the middle A couch along the wall that works as my bed I still have a phone that rings all day I still have things i wish i would of said Please know what i mean When i say, nothing When i say This whole thing's been hard on me It breaks my heart, do you know what that means My new place seems strange to me It breaks my heart, do you know what that means It means nothing From Letras Mania