Lyrics:

-BRIDGE-

Last week I was feeling I’d be ok,
But I don’t trust those feelings anymore these days.
Knowing where it comes from doesn’t mean I’ll change,
Even when I work at it I just feel the same.
Everything’s the same.
Every scenes the same.
And every dream’s the same, but it’s the only thing that you can try to change.



-CHORUS-

Cause they won’t see what you want,
And you know it, one day, I will see it and you’ll see me make it home.
See me make it home.
You’ll see, I’ll make it home.
May I see and make it home.

I’ve been waiting long, long, long, long, long.
I just went the long way, I’m running on my own,
Just to see you make it home.
See you make it home.
See you make it home,
I will see and make it home,
It won’t be long.


-VERSE-

Please,
Tell me what you need.
Mom, tell me that you would love me.
Tell me that we’ll speak.
Before you pass.
It’s not a good thought that I speak.
But you’ve been through a lot and a body only lasts so long, life can be brief.

And you’re good.
But you’ve been outside your mind, didn’t really want to say it.
First it came to hard, no filter, but you chose anyway to say whatever you would think, and I was hearing,
Now I’m feeling like we never visit anymore, I want it back the way it used to be.
Even though it took you being drunk to channel who you were before the time I got to meet you, wish that I could see.
Now I know.

I know I need to stand and let it fall away.
Told me anything I wanted would be mine, but never showed me of the burden thinking like that would bring.
Now I know.
Never had a real stance.
Never had a fucking chance, I understand.
There were 5 of us, and you had jobs, and you’re a single parent.
It’s the way it went for us, stuck inside another struggle dance.

Then again, we had each other, ‘member how we danced?
Any time I dreamed of anything, you’d say I’d land.
Every opportunity you’d try to guide my hand.
But you were gone so often that I had to Peter Pan.
I made a kingdom of imagination, and I ran.
I never knew I’d be a prisoner, I try and stand.
My second childhood is over, let me try again.
For you I’d tear it all away, I hope you understand.


-CHORUS-

Cause they won’t see what you want,
And you know that, one day, I will see it and you’ll see me make it home.
See me make it home.
You’ll see, I’ll make it home.
May I see and make it home.

I’ve been waiting long, long, long, long, long.
I just went the long way, I’m running on my own,
Just to see you make it home.
See you make it home.
See you make it home,
I will see you when you’re home,
It won’t be long.

Cause they won’t see what you want,
And you that, one day, I will see it and you’ll see me make it home.
See me make it home.
You’ll see, I’ll make it home.
May I see and make it home.

I’ve been waiting long, long, long, long, long.
I just went the long way, I’m running on my own,
Just to see you make it home.
See you make it home.
See you make it home,
May I see you when you’re home,
It won’t be long.


-OUTRO-

Cause they won’t see what you want.
And you know it, one way, mom I’ll see it, 
And you’ll see me make it home.
See me make it home.
See you make it home,
I will see you make it home, 
It won’t be long.

Home

Lyrics:

-BRIDGE-

What up?
You’ve been missing for a minute, you’ve been caught up.
With the drinking, and avoiding what you want, love.
Well, You didn’t want to take that chance.
You shouldn’t have to feel like that.
You really need to get right back, cause,
I love me.
I love me enough for the both of us.
And that’s why, you trust me.
These instincts will give you the life you want.


-VERSE-

Who the fuck wants to be 70 and alone.
Who the fuck wants to be 70 and alone?
My dad’s chosen that path, and that shit hits home.
And just follow where his footsteps, losing all my own.
I see it knowingly and I don’t speak of it at home.
Leave him to his vices, see it’s so easy to go.
A blow felt harder when years pass and I’m seeing my own.
Realized right then, I’m him more than I know.

See I inherited bad habits from both of my parents.
Relentless laziness counteracts these dreams that are massive.
How do you balance all these things being raised with out guidance,
And an insatiable appetite for white lies and avoidance?

You ask anyone that knew me when I was a teen?
They’d probably say I have a life that most people would dream.
The gifts that I’ve been given I abuse behind the scenes.
But I just cover up my tracks, 
I’m saying all these fucking things, 
And I don’t feel them like:

“How I’ve been doing?
Oh fine, yeah, I’m working right.
Getting skills so I can go back to a performing life.
And the acting, I’ll get back to, it’s on the other line.”

But moments when I’m all alone, there’s never anywhere to hide.
I can’t escape it.
I really, really can’t escape it.
I fucking hate it.
I’d do anything to forget it, but it’s in my nature.
Repetition I need to break it.
I just need to say it:
I never ever want to fake it.


-BRIDGE-

Keep pushing on.
Keep pushing, you might make something.
Keep pushing on.
Keep pushing, you might make something happen.

Will something happen?
Will something happen?


-VERSE-

Don’t pray,
Even when I thought that I’d be ok.
Making changes, trying to re-state.
I just want to do it all my own way.
Life style? 
Better let it off the chain.
Right now?
I would lead it all astray.
Flight style.
Tear it up, and walk away.
Put you right down.
Pick me up, and walk away.

And no matter where it goes, I won’t ever return again.
Grabbing-money people should go and work at the bank.
Only object makes you feel like you win at things.
I’m just rolling on my level, something you have never seen.
Second guessed, but still I know.
Personality exposed.
I’m not a sheep motherfucker, I’m dressed up in wolf clothes.
And I know that you relate,
Real or not at stake today.
Nobody ever heard of one like me.

But you can say
Whatever you need to music and me.
The problems been I never made a way to get on the scene.
I’m just like any other artist trying to get out my dreams,
That looks like everyone else,
But feel like I am the cream.

I’m the man that’s trying to bring the beat alive when he sings.
And never found out his place, but saying: “Fuck all your Kings.”
“I won’t give you this grace, Could give a fuck what you need.”
“And don’t religify faith, so man, fuck what you preach.”

Regarding all the things I say, I swear I own what I speak.
But no. No chains.
Ideas change.
My spirit waits.
I do things…
Lies are safe, yeah, but they feel strange.

So what it tells me?
I am honest in the heart of me.
Good man off track, still I’m going where I need.
Wouldn’t be far fetched for me to kick it up and speed,
In position, up in front of life that I am going to lead.

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Theomatix