Well I've reached out And 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 Come home, come home
It's the things that make me old, and still I'm still here It's the things that make me cold, yet I'm still here And I know I'm just so bold Once you come home
Sometimes I feel like my mind can't get real I can't get shots of your face out of my head I can't get places when I know that I'm not around And I wince the same cold when home alone I can't believe I've ended on And I feel it fade out
The same old fake old things make my heart break The things that make me cold, yet I can't break Lying in our beds alone Why can't you come home?
Come home, come home I'm still alone This bullshit isn't worth my life This bullshit isn't worth my life And I know no matter what it says, I'm gone No matter what it says, I'm home And I'm waiting on
Come home, come home Please come home This sappy shit ain't me And yet you got me feeling fucked up beyond relief I know I'm home, getting out of reach Still I'm suffering to know I'm just okay Alone
It's the things the make me old, and yet we're still here It's the things that make me cold, and I'm still And I know I'm just so bold Are you still here?