Expecting the world
of what was never supposed to go this far.
Cause in our summer sleepless nights
you’re the one who raised the bar.
Call me, darling, call me your home,
but we know at the end you’ll never say so.

No one ever tells ya
there’s freedom in the failure.
Dying in a dream feels like home, 
no one ever seems to say so.

Take me home tonight,
and leave your key when you go
cause today is the last time
you’ll make me feel alone.
When you kneel at the alter
your prayers don’t know
they reach deaf ears
while your voice hits home.

No one ever tells ya
there’s freedom in the failure.
Dying in a dream feels like home,
no one ever seems to say so. 

This dies in California
when you go back to hell
and despite all that’s happened
I kind of wish you well
I died in your dreams
so I’ll stay in California.