Lyrics: James Blake Litherland
Music: James Blake Litherland
As I separate my cardboard
Set my tax aside to fund another war
My spirit wakes up asking
If we’re spending what we can’t afford
Would you come home
If you didn't recognise it?
Home’s tryna be America
They just don’t advertise it
I always said they’d love your mind
You just don’t vocalize it
We all get out of our minds
I just don’t glamorize it
But doesn’t it feel like the end?
Something’s coming for us
And maybe we’re not prepared
That this might only be day one
But doesn’t it feel like the end?
Something’s coming for us
I think we're not prepared
That this might only be day one
Thinking of ourselves, we are divided
But if you fly your flag they’ll weaponize it
Doesn't it feel like the end?
When we can't even agree on what was said
Would you come home?
If you didn’t recognize it?
Home’s tryna be America
They just don’t advertise it
But doesn’t it feel like the end?
Something’s coming for us
And maybe we’re not prepared
That this might only be day one
But doesn’t it feel like the end?
Something’s coming for us
I think we're not prepared
That this might only be day one