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I'm going home for the winter Just in time for the snow Finally sleep in my own bed Laugh at my brothers jokes I'll tell my mother I love her And swear to god I'm okay I'll say the city's not lonely And won't let her read my face Cause I'm Too good at telling lies I'll catch my best friend from high school Ask her how she's been Say we should hang out soon And never get in touch again Tell my dad that I'm sorry That I was reckless and young And I'll start rebuilding bridges And stop playing with matches for fun I don't know Where I'm supposed to go From here See the small town families Bundled up in their coats I'll smile at the strangers I see Man there's no place like home Home where my mama's sick And home where I lost a friend I've hit the end I don't know where I'm meant to go Where I'm meant to go, oh So I'll get a five dollar coffee Drive around with no aim Pass by all the streets Where I spent my youth away And get drunk all alone Feel that weight in my head Anythings better than knowing That it don't get much better than this And I know That's not a healthy way to cope So don't ask me if I'm fine Cause I'm too good at telling lies