Home (feat. Chris Buxton)

On the days I’m not myself

I don’t look to find no help Old and dusted on that shelf Don’t take me home

Bruised and stolen from my chest My heart and soul have been a mess I’ve been different since I left

Don’t take me home

Don’t take me home

Don’t take me home

And I miss all of the small things

Good friends and trips through the country But I’m never coming home

And I’ve been gone since September Woke up and now I remember

That I’m never coming home

Not coming home

Not coming home

Not coming home

Cause I’m better off alone

And I’m never coming home

I gotta 7:30 flight back home

I wanna be someone so I left away

I caught a train on the night that it goes

I wanna feel something so I had to change I was gone too long, too long to stay

You tell me it’s okay

Don’t take me home

I would’ve took the Interstate

Down the finish lane

But imma couple minutes late

I missed it when it came

I got a glass of Minute Maid

If you finna stay

So you could help me wash down

the potential that’s on my dinner plate Winter came

And it was outside

I was cold outside

Spring came bout time

Don’t take me home

And I miss all of the small things

Good friends and trips through the country But I’m never coming home

And I’ve been gone since September Woke up and now I remember

That I’m never coming home Not coming home

Not coming home

Not coming home

Cause I’m better off alone And I’m never coming home