Lyrics Coming Home - Grace Weber
I'm
in
your
car,
fingers
on
the
ceiling
(ceiling,
ceiling)
Wheels
started
spinning
towards
my
bed
I
can't
forget
The
feeling
And
my
patience
thin
like
your
body
But
still
I
wait
on
you
See
I've
come
too
far
to
slip
up
now
get
sloppy
But
it
feels
so
good
To
lay
down
in
those
poppies,
let
it
go
I'm
coming
home
I'm
coming
home
I'm
seeing
stars,
glowing
on
your
ceiling
(ceiling)
Then
the
room
started
spinning
towards
regret
I
can't
forget
this
evening
Cause
I
come
too
far
to
slip
up
now
get
sloppy
But
it
feels
so
good
So
why
I'm
feeling
salty?
Let
it
go
Let
it
go,
I'm
coming,
I'm
coming
home
Let
it
go,
I'm
coming,
I'm
coming
home
Let
it
go,
I'm
coming
home,
I'm
coming
Let
it
go,
I'm
coming,
I'm
coming
home
Said
I've
come
too
far
to
slip
up
now
get
sloppy
But
it
feels
so
good,
so
why
I'm
feeling
salty?
Let
it
go
I'm
coming
home,
I'm
coming
Let
it
go,
I'm
coming,
I'm
coming
home
Let
it
go,
I'm
coming
home,
I'm
coming
I'm
coming
home
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