Coming Home

How can I look into the mirror and see my eyes through the fog And how can I remember what it's like to be strong I've been wishing I was in LA, somewhere far from here 'Cause it's used to feel like home, but now all I feel is fear Don't know how to put a name to the ceiling 'Cause it's different than before Like a wind came in the sundown, and now I washed up on the shore And this kinda feels like summer, when we laid on my floor And this heat burns out like August, but I don't feel it anymore But I'm tired of these metaphors, the words I make myself settle for Can't sing myself to heaven or to somewhere else where words can help To make me feel like I'm not alone, like I'm not living life like it's monotone Like I've been gone too long, and I'm coming home Like I'm at the door, I'm on the floor, just let me in (I'm coming home, I'm coming home) (I'm coming home) (I'm coming home, I'm coming home) (I'm coming home) I'm living on the fritz, but I can get used to this I think I'm better when I'm bored My head is in the clouds, but I'm in my bed And it's hard to ignore the words I left unsaid I'm coming home, I'm back today I've been missing you in a thousand way I swear that it's not like before You'll never know what it could've been If you spend these days inside your head So don't let it be the way it was before But I'm tired of these metaphors, the words I make myself settle for Can't sing myself to heaven or to somewhere else where words can help To make me feel like I'm not alone, like I'm not living life like it's monotone Like I've been gone too long, and I'm coming home Like I'm at the door, I'm on the floor, just let me in (I'm coming home, I'm coming home) (I'm coming home) (I'm coming home, I'm coming home) (I'm coming home)