Creekland - Coming Home (feat. Wight Lighters)

Every morning I wake up It's the same damn thing
I break into a full on sweat
I'm still shaking and out of breath
And it feels like a freight train in my head
In my head

I know these apologies don't carry much weight
But what can I say
To make you believe the words on this page
Because the bright side gets harder to see
Every day takes a little more of me
What is it that I'm fighting for
I hate

These boots on my feet and these tags on my neck
It's all on the line for my family and friends
The rain on this roof don't sound like it used to
And I promised you girls that I'd always come home
I've read all your letters and I send all my love
The kiss on my cheek hasn't worn off as far as I know
I'm coming home

Oh, these boots on my feet and these tags on my neck
It's all on the line for my family and friends
The rain on this roof don't sound like it used to
And I promised you girls that I'd always come home
I've read all your letters and I send all my love
The kiss on my cheek hasn't worn off as far as I know
I'm coming home

Written by:
Dwight Hamlin, Harrison Haney, Lawson Harris, Mason Bomhoff

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