not coming home

Goody Grace

Too much time alone
Readin Jack and drinkin Kerouac, and starin at my phone
Minutes pass, and cannot get them back
Another Saturday night
High as hell, wonderin where you re at
Hopin I might wake up soon
Just stuck within this state, must move

So I m gonna run, run, run
Without a trace or sound
There goes the dreams cause now I m dead
You re tellin me leave this town
So darlin don t wait for me
Trust me, I love you so
But fuck this cycle, I m not comin home

Me and all of my friends
Been down the rabbit hole a time or two
And I don t know how it ends
But I know that we ll make it through
As long as we go
The streets don t talk too well
I m hopin they don t take us soon
It s time that we make our moves

So I m gonna run, run, run
Without a trace or sound
There goes the dream cause now I m dead
You re tellin me leave this town
So darlin don t wait for me
Trust me, I love you so
But fuck this cycle, I m not comin home
Yeah, fuck this cycle, I m not comin home

I m not comin home
I m not comin home
I m not comin home