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