Of course I get lonely, I guess I ain't old me I'm sick and I'm tired of getting used up and tossed in the side I hate this hotel room, four walls that stop me from getting to you I'm hoping that someday we can run away-way from it all
But I promise I'll be back soon And a voice through a phone ain't the same, it's true Give me time and I'll give you Every drop of mine
Keep the car running and keep those sheets warm Cause baby there is nothing that I want more Than to hold you right beside me the way I always do But I gotta tell you something, I miss you more then you'll ever know and I'm coming home
It's been 6 weeks But how could I ever forget your face? I find it so cute when you think There's ever been anyone but you
I know I said I promise I'll be back soon Just a couple more days we can get through But give me time and I'll give you Every drop of mine
Keep the car running and keep those sheets warm Cause baby there is nothing that I want more Than to hold you right beside me the way I always do But I gotta tell you something, I miss you more then you'll ever know and I'm coming home I'm coming home, I'm coming home I'm coming home
Oh tomorrow feels like a lifetime away So why don't you stay right here? Cause my arms were made for you tonight Lie in, skin to my skin
Keep the car running and keep those sheets warm Cause baby there is nothing that I want more To hold you right beside me the way I always do But I gotta tell you something, I miss you more then you'll ever know, Keep the car running and keep those sheets warm Cause baby there's nothing that I want more Then to hold you right beside me the way I always do But I gotta tell you something, I miss you more then you'll ever know and I'm coming home
Compositores: Bradley Will Simpson (Bradley Simpson), James Daniel Mcvey (James Mcvey), Tristan Oliver Vance Evans (Tristan Evans), Connor Samuel John Ball (Connor Ball) ECAD: Obra #21606792