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 la

somewhere far from here

cause this used to feel like home

once 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 washed up on the shore

and this kinda 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 coming home

i'm coming home

living on the fridge

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 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 have 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

i'm coming home