Make It Home - Florian Picasso

Lyrics by：John Thomas Roach

Composed by：Florian Ruiz-Picasso/Josh Cumbee/John Thomas Roach

I've been taking everything I love for granted

I pick a poison serve it up and do the damage

I've seen the hollywood hills burnin'

Hundred dollar bills to keep warm the city is so cold

And kick the bucket way before I kick the habit

You see me outta my mind

From the passenger side

Driving off the deep end

Swear you kept me breathin'

I don't know why

But nothing is like

The way you remind me

If it's up in flames

Or it's down in smoke

I'll be next to you

When the curtains close

Like you always say

When the highs get low

If it doesn't kill ya

Make it home

Woah oh

Woah oh

If it doesn't kill ya

Make it home

Woah oh

Woah oh

If it doesn't kill ya

Make it home

Make it

Make it

Make it home

Sleepless nights and so awake we danced with demons

Empty words and lord it gets in search a meaning

We've seen the hollywood hills burnin'

Hundred dollar bills to keep warm the city is so cold

Everything you think you want so hard for giving

You see me outta my mind

From the passenger side

Driving off the deep end

Swear you kept me breathin'

I don't know why

But nothing is like

The way you remind me

If it's up in flames

Or its down in smoke

I'll be next to you

When the curtains close

Like you always say

When the highs get low

If it doesn't kill ya

Make it home

Woah oh

Woah oh

If it doesn't kill ya

Make it home

Woah oh

Woah oh

If it doesn't kill ya

Make it home

Make it

Make it

Make it home

Make it home