Came Back Round

I slammed a lot of doors in that old house,

Yelled things I wish I never let out.

Thought they didn’t get me, didn’t even try,

So I packed my pride and said goodbye.

Took back roads out with a chip on my soul,

Burnin’ every bridge just to feel control.

But it takes some time and a few hard falls,

To learn what matters and what don’t at all.

I found some truth, I found some pain,

I lost myself, then found my name.

It ain’t always straight — the road I found,

But somehow... I came back ‘round.

I worked bad jobs, I stayed out late,

Filled my nights with noise and empty plates.

Called home drunk once or twice,

Hung up fast to dodge advice.

Still, they left that porch light on —

Even when I’d been too long gone.

Yeah, it takes some storms and years gone by,

To see the love behind the fights.

I found some grace, I bent and broke,

Swallowed pride like bitter smoke.

It ain’t perfect now — but it’s solid ground.

And thank God... I came back ‘round.

Me and Dad, we don’t say much —

But we both show up, and that’s enough.

Mom still tears up when I stop by,

Says “You look tired”... but smiles with pride.

So here I stand — boots worn thin,

Not the boy I was, not back then.

I learned to lose, I learned to stay,

And I learned home don’t drift away.

Some things break and some things bound...

But the best ones?

They come back ‘round.

Took me a while to figure it out.

But I know who I am now.

And I’m good…

Right here.