Not At Home

I'm not at home

I have no instruments, no instruments

I'm using yours

I'm throwing pillows on the floor, on the floor

And when I'm home, I'm not at home

And when I'm home, I'm not at home

I'm having thoughts of driving in a storm

I was in a storm

I'm not in love

I'd like to say I never was, never was

It wasn't real, now I can say it wasn't real

And when I'm home, I'm not at home

And when I'm home, I'm not at home

I'm crossing fingers I won't run into

Run into you