Not Going Home - The Elected

The tree in the front of the yard

Is starting to grow

Now that we’ve trimmed away the leaves

Now, look at it go

And that’s just how I feel

Now that we’ve started to reveal

All the things I thought I lost

And the hard time I concealed

And that’s just how I know

I felt that solar glow

I felt that bitter cold

I know

I’m not going home

Sometimes you just wouldn’t dare

Sometimes you can’t go home

Sometimes you’re already there

When I look at you, I’m there

The blood pooled in my legs is starting to flow

Now that you came along

And made what was so broken whole

But I still feel sick

In this place that I have built

And maybe it’s not real, man

This is how I feel

And if it just gets worst

Yeah, if I never heal

Well, those are just the breaks, man

'Cause I’m not going home

And I don’t fucking care

Sometimes you can’t go home

Sometimes you’re already there

And I look at you, I’m there

Yeah, I’m there

When I look at you, I’m there

Yeah, I’m there

Oh, my god

Oh, my god

I’m not going home

No, I’m already there

I’m not going home

Well, I’m already there

No, I’m not going home

No, I’m already there

No, I’m not going home

No, no, no