Producer: | Zac Carper |
Writer: | Michael Carnevale |
Writer: | Zachary Carper |
It’s so strange but I guess I’m coming home again
Nothing’s changed and I’ll never be alone again
It’s insane how I never felt like I was gone
I get down and I turn the television on
I count the road signs I don’t wanna pass
Then I start drinking and I act like an ass
I need some space won’t you leave me alone
I guess there’s no place like not being home
I guess there’s no place like not being home
I guess there’s no place like
I feel fine as I sit in Minneapolis
That’s a lie she’s crying how are you okay with this
I stand outside ‘til my face starts to freeze
I drink another ‘til she’s all that I see
I feel sick as I’m driving into Illinois
Is this it am I gonna die I’m paranoid
I need the back row that’s all I have
I blow my nose into a Taco Bell bag
Then I start drinking and I act like an ass
I count the road signs I don’t wanna pass
I need some space won’t you leave me alone
I guess there’s no place like not being home
I guess there’s no place like not being home
I guess there’s no place like not being home
I guess there’s no place like not being home
I guess there’s no place like
I’m like a corpse as I walk through the door
I leave my bags and my shit on the floor
Ten thousand miles couldn’t take you from me
I close my eyes and I’m finally asleep
The Frights fourth studio album, Everything Seems Like Yesterday is available now for streaming and download. Produced by bassist Richard Dotson, written and performed by …