My Home

My home
You're becoming my home
A little flabby white hall
Where we could both grow

You've been hanging on the wall, now you're here for real
Can't believe that when I call, it's your phone that rings
Yeah, it still feels kind of weird looking at my ring

My home
You're becoming my home
A little flabby white hall
Where we could both grow

My home
You're becoming my home
A little place in my heart
Where we could both grow
We will both grow

We will sleep calling FaceTime, now your face is here
I got used against the screen for over a year
Now my lips can't reach yours easy, let's get used to it

You've been hanging on the wall, now you're here for real
Can't believe that when I call, it's your phone that rings
Yeah, it still feels kind of weird looking at my ring

My home
You're becoming my home
A little flabby white hall
Where we could both grow

My home
You're becoming my home
A little place in my heart
Where we could both grow
We will both grow

My home
You're becoming my home
A little flabby white hall
Where we could both grow



Credits
Writer(s): Angie Robba, Cameron Williams, Simon Gruwe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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