When I'm down, and when I frown,
I don't need college and I don't need town.
I don't need my friends to give me cuddles,
I don't need a relationship to make me muddled.
When I'm stressed and when I'm depressed,
I don't want to have to worry about the mess.
I don't want to tear my hair out over college work,
I don't want to wonder about that philosophy lesson - shirk?
When I'm going mental, when I'm feeling sentimental,
I want a dad-made breakfast, possible continental?
I need a mum-made hug, the same as I get most days,
I want my sisters both laughing and joking, always.
I want my safe, nice home, nice and messy,
A little bit cramped and a little bit stressy.
Items from car boots on every single shelf,
Xbox 360 Games...I'm afraid that was myself.
I just love my very special house,
One minute very loud, next minute like a mouse.
This is my most favourite abode,
When I need to release a mental load.