Well ive reached out made plans to put these words in motion but still i fall short i waited our time to wait on your own
come home come home its the things that make me old, and still im still here its the things that make me cold, yet im still here and i know im just so bold once you come home
sometimes i feel like my mind cant get real i cant get shots of your face outta my head i cant get places when i know that im not around and i wince the same ? (cant guess this part) i cant believe ive found it all i feel it fade out the same old fake old things make my bones break the things that make me cold, yet i cant break lying in our beds alone why cant you come home
come home come home im still alone this bullshit, isnt worth my life his bullshit, isnt worth my life
and i know, no matter what it says im gone no matter what it says home
and im waiting on
come home please come home this sappy shit aint me and yet you got me feeling fucked up beyond relief i know im home getting out of reach still im suffering to know im just ok
its the things the make me old, and yet were still here its the things that make me cold, and im still and i know im just so bold are you still here come home come home