Butch Walker - Coming Home Lyrics
I'm not happy with myself these daysI took the best parts of the script and I made them all clicheAnd this red bandanna is surely going to fadeEven though it's the only thing the fire didn't takeEverybody says you'll grow a lot from this experienceMaybe become Zen, after a while become a presidentBlessings get disguised sometimes but all I knowIs I finally know the differenceBetween going back and going homeThere's a lady on my block that has a kidAs he swims in the above ground pool, she seals up the lidAnd he thinks it's kind of normal that she hidesUp the cuts and all the bruises, she says it's warpaint for the eyesShe tells her son she did the best she could as she buries dadMaybe he'll grow up to be a man unlike his father didAs I leave the driveway for the northern snowThey'll finally know the differenceBetween going back and going home, yeahCut to a life being born in sixty nineMiddle class suburbs, every thing's fineFondue parties, my mom and my dadsDrinks being drunk and fights being hadI lost my virginity to a girl in my bandShe was four years older, she made me a manSo addicted to sex every chance that I gotWith whoever I wanted until I got caughtSo I took my penicillin and I took my bandTo a town made of glitter girls and cocaine friendsGot handed the dream by the age of eighteenSaw more than most people that I know had ever seenPlayed every bar, drank till black and blueDid the morning show bullshit and went to China tooWhere they left us to die without a ticket to fleeInciting a riot, we were only twenty threePacked it up, started over just as fast as we canSelling tapes, making merch in the back of a vanLiving hand to mouth for the next five yearsTook up drinking wine, gave up drinking beerSigned another big deal with A Devil In A DressA one hit wonder I think described it bestDecided to burn out than to fade awayWent back to the van the very next dayBuilt it up, made a living without any helpMade amazing friends if I say so myselfIf living like this at thirty eight is a boreThen come on god, please give me thirty eight moreEverybody knows I've seen a lot, yeah, I'm experiencedMakes you feel so old after a while just like our presidentEvery time I come back in this town I knowI finally know the differenceBetween going back and going homeYeah, going back and going home
