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