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 LA, somewhere far from here
'Cos its used to feel like home, but now all I feel is fear
Don't know how to put a name to the ceiling
'Cos it's different than before
Like a wind came in the 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 out 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 help
To 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

I'm living on the fritz, but I can 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'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 help
To 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