Coming Home

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