It's Quite Delusional To Call This Home

When will this house become a home?
When will you stop wandering alone?
You've got a place to lay your head
But do you ever really rest?
Though you've got a place to lay your head

I'm coming home in your arms
I find freedom in your scars

I am trapped in this place
Searching for a solid base
Will you hear my call
And help me break down this wall

I'm coming home in your arms
I find freedom in your scars

Now keep your eyes shut
Like you keep your doors locked