I'm coming old, I'm coming home
I'm coming, oh where it ditch me
I'm out of breath
Poets painting my death
I'm coming, oh where it leaves me
I'm coming old, I'm coming home
I'm coming, oh where it ditch me
I'm out of breath
Poets painting my death
I'm coming, oh where it leaves me
Ah demons draw the line
Ah I can't fall in line
If life's a circle, centres are nonsense
To prove my love I watch you go
On the loop, be so comfortable they can't read you
Blurry shit, turning bliss to circles of smoke
For the arrogance of time I keep fighting for my life
Burn that shit, tone deaf speech coming out my throat
Wild thoughts are mine now as they comin out the door
Wild thoughts are mine now they know everything I know
I'm coming old, I'm coming home
I'm coming, oh where it ditch me
I'm out of breath
Poets painting my death
I'm coming, oh where it leaves me
I'm coming old, I'm coming home
I'm coming, oh where it ditch me
I'm out of breath
Poets painting my death
I'm coming, oh where it leaves me
I'm coming old, I'm coming home
I'm coming, oh where it ditch me
I'm out of breath
Poets painting my death
I'm coming, oh where it leaves me
I'm coming old, I'm coming home
I'm coming, oh where it ditch me
I'm out of breath
Poets painting my death
I'm coming, oh where it leaves me
Ah demons draw the line
Ah I can't fall in line