Lyrics:
I walk along roadsides, soaked by the rain
Traffic flies by like the words in my brain
I’m not sorry at all, though I should be
I just want to die

You threw me out, miles from home
No sign of anyone, lost and alone
For the first time in years I’m without you
I just want to cry

The wind’s picking up… not sure I can make it
The ground’s giving way… not sure I can make it
Your heart’s turned to stone
Not sure I can make it home

I guess I can’t complain
I guess I can’t complain
I guess I can’t complain
I’m the one to blame

The streetlight’s are on and the air’s turning cold
My chest’s getting heavy and my legs want to fold
But it’s all my fault, I deserve it
As I walk with a sigh

The wind’s picking up… not sure I can make it
The ground’s giving way… not sure I can make it
Your heart’s turned to stone
Not sure I can make it home

Footnotes:
Make It Home was written a few days after my registration day at my university, which I have since branded as “One of the Worst Days of My Life”. After an appallingly long queue for registration, I took the wrong bus home and ended up walking over two miles in torrential rain along roads with no pavements. When I sat down to write the song, I channelled those feelings of frustration and fatigue into the lyrics and they turned out to be surprisingly emotional.
Make It Home also has the distinction of being the only track on the EP without any real instruments – the entire backing track was programmed using my MIDI software.