Not Going Home

The Elected

Compositor: Blake Sennett / Mike Bloom

The tree in the front of the yard
Is starting to grow
Now that we've trimmed away the leaves
Now look at it go

And that's just how i feel
Now that we've started to reveal
All the things i thought i lost
And the hard time i concealed
And that's just how i know
How i felt the solid glow
How i felt the bitter cold
And no, i'm not going home
Sometimes you just wouldn't dare
Sometimes you can't go home
Sometimes you're already there
When i look at you, i'm there

The blood pooled at my legs is starting to flow
Now that you came along
And made what was so broken whole
But i still feel sick at this place that i have built
Maybe it's not real, man, this is how i feel
And if it just gets worst, yeah, if i never heal
Well, those are just the breaks man
Cause i'm not going home
And i don't fucking care
Sometimes you can't go home
Sometimes you're already there
And i look at you, i'm there
Yeah, i'm there
When i look at you, i'm there
Yeah, i'm there

Oh my god
Oh my god

I'm not going home
No, i am already there
I'm not going home
I'm already there
No, i'm not going home
No, i am already there