COMING HOME

How can I look into the mirror, and see my eyes through the fog?
And how can I remember what it’s like to be strong?
I’ve been wishing I was in L.A., or somewhere far from here
‘Cause this used to feel like home once, and now all I feel is fear

Don’t know how to put a name to this feeling, cause it’s different than before
Like the wind carried me to sundown, and now I’ve washed up on the shore
And this kind of feels like summer, when we laid on my floor
And this heat burns hot like August, but I don’t feel it anymore

But I’m tired of these metaphors, the words I make myself settle for
Can’t sing myself to heaven or, to somewhere else where words can’t help
And make me feel like I’m not alone, like I’m not living life like it’s monotone
Like I’ve been gone too long and I’m coming home
Like I’m at the door, I’m on the floor, just let me in

I’m coming home, I’m coming home
I’m coming home, I’m coming home

I’m living on the fritz, but I could get used to this, I think I’m better when I’m bored
My head is in the clouds, but I’m in my bed, and it’s hard to ignore the words I’ve left unsaid

I’m coming home, I’m back today, I’ve been missing you in a thousand ways
I swear that it’s not like before
You’ll never know what it could’ve been, if you spend these days inside your head
So don’t let it be the way it was before

But I’m tired of these metaphors, the words I make myself settle for
Can’t sing myself to heaven or, to somewhere else where words can’t help
And make me feel like I’m not alone, like I’m not living life like it’s monotone
Like I’ve been gone too long and I’m coming home
Like I’m at the door, I’m on the floor, just let me in

I’m coming home, I’m coming home
I’m coming home, I’m coming home