Home - Derek Pope

All’s well then

End’s well then

You’ve gotta go back, I understand

I understand

Escape routes end

What they’re supposed to be when

We end up here, right where we began

Where we began

Maybe I’m foolish or maybe I’m wrong

Maybe I’ve been by myself for too long

Maybe I’m fucked from the drugs I’ve been on

Runnin' away from the place I belong

Am I to go?

To follow you?

Can I come home?

Can I come home?