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
Granted 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 remind me
You remind me remind me 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 remind me
You remind me 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
Make it home
