Never Coming Home, Pt. 2

I don't know why I call your phone
I know you're never coming home
I don't know why I call your phone
I know you rather be alone
Be alone be alone
I know you rather be alone
I don't know why I call your phone
I know you're never coming home

And I used to hate it
I was devestated
I used to never like this life
And I would rather hate it
Used to never treat it right
My mind was rather jaded
I used to think happiness came from love
Til' I found out that it came from above
I used to think happiness came from love
And that put me in all the wrong directions
And I
So sick of the stress and I'm fine
So sick of the stress and I'm blind
So sick of the stress and I'm fine I'm fine
So sick of the stress and I'm fine

I don't know why I call your phone
I know you're never coming home
I don't know why I call your phone
I know you rather be alone
Be alone be alone
I know you rather be alone
I don't know why I call your phone
I know you're never coming home



Credits
Writer(s): Noah Polk
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