Might Miss That Home

I've been shitkicked by a mighty few
Who call themselves friends
When I get caught all wondering
It all crumbles in
I get tossed into tumbling dust
With no letters been sent
They're saying where'd that ole Mikey go, woah
Well, he just gone and went

When I get to slowing down
Then I might miss that home
When I get to slowing down
Then I might miss that home

I ain't some new radical
I barely appear
I'm just one crash short of an accident
And I can barely steer
Soaked in Wildcat and Ribbon cans
As some suns rise or set
I don't know where tomorrow is
But I'll never forget it

When I get to slowing down
Then I might miss that home
When I get to slowing down
Then I might miss that home

I still pass by in moments
Small pockets of air
Packed with cut grass and dinnertime
Scuffed knees and cut hair
But I won't hold my breath of it
I let in and pass through
'Cause there's no point in gettin' stuck to it
It'll be swept from you

When I get to slowing down
Then I might miss that home
When I get to slowing down
Then I might miss that home

When I get to slowing down
Then I might miss that home
When I get to slowing down
Then I might miss that home



Credits
Writer(s): Ivan Raczycki
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