Not Coming Home - Goody Grace

Too much time alone

Readin' Jack and drinkin', I’m starin' at my phone

Made it fast, and cannot get them back

Another Saturday night

I guess I’m wonderin' where you’re at

Hopin' I’ma wake up soon

Just stuck within this must move

So I’m gonna run, run, run

Without traces or sound

A ghost, a dream 'cause now I’m dead

You’re tellin' me leave this town

So darlin' away from me

Trust me I love your soul

But fuck this cycle, I’m not comin' home

Me and all of my friends

Been down the rabbit hole a time or two

And I don’t know how it ends

But I know that we’ll make it through

As long as we go

The street’s they don’t talk too well

I’m hopin' they don’t seek us soon

It’s time that we make our moves

So I’m gonna run, run, run

Without traces or sound

A ghost, a dream 'cause now I’m dead

You’re tellin' me leave this town

So darlin' away from me

Trust me I love your soul

But fuck this cycle, I’m not comin' home

Fuck this cycle, I’m not comin' home

I’m not comin' home

I’m not comin' home

I’m not comin' home