I'm sat in the driveway, but I can't go in The green fence is faded and it's sinking in I wish I was younger, so I knew the end I'd move to Orlando and I'd be your friend I tore you apart to put me back again This time zone's a bastard and I'm wearing thin You're still ain't Chicago, the things that I miss I can't have tequila without half a gram
It was alright before I got angry Made a fist-holed shape in the wall
I'm still your boy I'm still your boy
Take it all apart and it's not so bad And I don't know what's worse, but I can't go back 'Cause I can't be without you, I'd fall in the void I can't dance around it, I'd better be yours I'm still ain't Chicago, the things that I miss I can't have tequila without half a gram
It was alright before I got empty Made a mess of the room in your heart
I'm still your boy I'm still your boy
I want it so bad I want it so bad I want it so bad I want it so bad I want it so bad I want it so bad (I'm still your boy) I want it so bad (I'm still your boy) I want it so bad I want it so bad (I'm still your boy) I want it so bad (I'm still your boy) I want it so bad I want it so bad (I'm still your boy)
I'm sat in the driveway 'cause I can't go in (I want it so bad, I want it so bad, I want it so bad) I'm sat in the driveway, but I can't go in (I'm still your boy) You still ain't Chicago, the things that I miss (I want it so bad, I want it so bad, I want it so bad) You're still ain't Chicago, the things that I miss
Compositores: Luke Robert Hemmings, Samuel Witte ECAD: Obra #43815628