Another song written by Checqz, not whoever that ENTJ guy is. :P

Apparently he's got family problems, despite not having a family. I guess he handles it well, if the lyrics are to be believed.

Anyway, have fun listening! I really liked the hook on this one.
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My room feels like a prison cell
If you saw, you'd get the parallel
Cramped conditions for the dog I want to be

Punk rock posters on the wall
Make me look like a neanderthal
Pizza boxes, soda cans
Under my seat

A house that's not a home
Sometimes it's so alone
But with my couch and television
It's such a good distraction, so I just
Wake up
And sit up
And give up
And stomp the floor
I screw up
So shut up
And grow up
And slam the door

Returning to where I confide
In the attic by the algaecide
At least I'm not caught up in the arguments and flak

Partaking in the summer air
Makes me feel like I'm a millionaire
Take a stroll outside and I'm never looking back

A house that's not a home
I swear it's so alone
You don't have to pick sides as long as you
Never pick a fight and so I just
Don't talk
And don't move
Don't argue
And say I'm done
Just kick back
And relax
I'm so bored
I'm having fun