I’m coming home
Grew up between two flags and claims neither
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- D minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.52
- vocal at
- 7.5s
- length
- 3:34
- language
- Sp
lyrics
Came off St. Mary’s with my heel half off Mascara on my thumb, and my phone stayed off At the Valero by I-10, bought gum and a Coke You left me with the tab, then you cut and you choked My keys cut my palm in the Walmart lot I laughed at my own self, but it was all I got Crossing past Alamo, my throat felt dry I kept my chin up high, but I still wanted to cry I smelled like rain and tequila heat Came home with gravel in my feet The porch light hit my face so hard I stood there slow with my card and scar I’m coming home I’m coming home I’m coming home I’m coming home Mud on my jeans Mascara runs clean I’m coming home I’m coming home Your name on my screen, but I let it ring I watched my own reflection in a Whataburger drink At the corner taquería, the bag split wide Hot sauce on my knuckles, and I swallowed my pride The bus hissed by me on Commerce Street My blisters pulsed with every beat I passed the laundromat, heard the dryers spin Tried to hold it together, then I folded in I’m coming home I’m coming home I’m coming home I’m coming home Mud on my jeans Mascara runs clean I’m coming home I’m coming home By my front gate, I could barely stand Keys in my left hand, chain in my right hand I wiped my cheek on my sleeve so blue Told that night, “You don’t get me too” I’m coming home I’m coming home I’m coming home I’m coming home Mud on my jeans Mascara runs clean I’m coming home I’m coming home