Going Home ​irosa rosali (Ft. Veela)

Irosa:
I've been seeking, tired of dreaming of something that's stable, and what I knew

If I could count all the lies I fed to you after all these years
I thought I grew

I should have known better
When you cried at the table, this was more than you were able to handle

Now I'm sitting here, tired and alone and your absence makes me ready to go
This road is long, keep driving cuz at least I'd be going somewhere

This car is my home with all the traffic blaring out, all the despair

(This isn't what I dreamt)
I'm going home

Veela:
I'm mistaken
Tired of making out like
You never do what I want you to
I've always lacked that subtlety
That makes girls into great women
Before they fly the coop
Yeah, you should have known better
When I cried at the table
It was more than I was able to handle
Now I'm flights away
And I can't go home
And your absence
Has got me ready to blow