Home

I'm going home for the winter
Just in time for the snow
Finally sleep in my own bed
Laugh at my brothers jokes
I'll tell my mother I love her
And swear to god I'm okay
I'll say the city's not lonely
And won't let her read my face

Cause I'm
Too good at telling lies

I'll catch my best friend from high school
Ask her how she's been
Say we should hang out soon
And never get in touch again
Tell my dad that I'm sorry
That I was reckless and young
And I'll start rebuilding bridges
And stop playing with matches for fun

I don't know
Where I'm supposed to go
From here

See the small town families
Bundled up in their coats
I'll smile at the strangers I see
Man there's no place like home
Home where my mama's sick
And home where I lost a friend
I've hit the end
I don't know where I'm meant to go
Where I'm meant to go, oh

So I'll get a five dollar coffee
Drive around with no aim
Pass by all the streets
Where I spent my youth away
And get drunk all alone
Feel that weight in my head
Anythings better than knowing
That it don't get much better than this

And I know
That's not a healthy way to cope
So don't ask me if I'm fine
Cause I'm too good at telling lies