Nothing Here - ABiCA
I gotta rub my eyes to make sure that I see it Yea I see the tats and I can't believe it We were just two kids making songs for fun Now we grew and spread and the songs begun It's like our lives have changed but we're still the same It's like I'm stuck here can't get out of this game And I know what it's like when you want to quit And I know even better to ignore that shit I don't need this right now in fact I never did You can't keep it under wraps just subtract the lid You're just a leech just a bug just a fucking excuse With your hand on my shoulder while your tying my noose Chorus I'm coming home I travel alone this way I'm coming home I'm coming home today I'm coming home Nothing here to make me stay I'm coming home I'll be coming home today I been, I been, I been so true to this You wouldn't fucking believe the time I spend on this And everything else I pushed it all to the side I play my music so loud it's all been buried alive I'm talking relationships, It's part of this I'm thinking it, it just cannot fit that's why I try to be avoiding it The biggest mistake you make from all of this Is mistaken how I choose to be alone thinking it's loneliness I'm coming home I travel alone this way I'm coming home I'm coming home today I'm coming home Nothing here to make me stay I'm coming home I'll be coming home today Today, today, today I'm coming home Today, today, today I'm coming home I'm coming home Yeah, to the place I used to go The place I used to know is not a place that I can go No, no, to the place I used to know The place where I'm alone is not a place that you should know Looking back like I thought it would be easy Like I never thought that my past would ever leave me I gotta slow down it seems like everything's faster I wanna take this in It's like a beautiful disaster You can be my master as I sift through the pieces Stuck in the plaster like the folds and the creases I wanna do it all before I'm under the stone Reminiscing, but I'm missin that I'm already home, come on I'm coming home I travel alone this way I'm coming home I'm coming home today I'm coming home Nothing here to make me stay I'm coming home I'll be coming home today
Artist: ABiCA
Title: Nothing Here