Pearl Jam

Dont feel like home, hes a little out
And all these words elope, its nothing like your poem
Putting in, in putting in, dont feel like methadone
A scratching voice, all alone, its nothing like your baritone
Its nothing as it seems, the little that he needs, its home
The little that he sees is nothing, he concedes, its home
One uninvited chromosome, a blanket like the ozone
Its nothing as it seems, all that he needs, its home
The little that he frees, is nothing, he believes