Home 歌词

I'm sick as hell I'm sick from spitting words And I'm home again I'm glad I got here first And I heard You got it all figured it out It seems that you found better things Since I moved down south And its hard To see your name right now And whatcha doing on friday? Lights in that town And I'd hope You'd call me if you're feeling down Maybe thing's would've been better If I had you around I'm standing still While you move along I miss the feeling of Us in high school halls And I try But you can't seem to pick up your phone I just feel so much better when I know you're alone And it's cold Back where we're from And you say that you're trying But thats never enough And I'll pretend I've got nothing left to say Yeah I miss you to death Guess I'll see you around some day