YOU COULD CALL ME BABE FOR THE WEEKEND TIS THE DAMN SEASON WRITE THIS DOWN IM STAYING AT MY PARENTS GOUSE AND THE ROAD NOT TAKEN LOOKS REAL GOOD NOW
TIME FLIES MESSY AS THE MUD ON YOUR TRUCK TIRES NOW IM MISSING YOUR SMILE HEAR ME OUT WE COULD JUST RIDE AROUND AND THE ROAD NOT TAKEN LOOKS REAL GOOD NOW and it always leadsss to youuuu in my hometown…….
SLEEP IN HALF THE DAY JUST FOR OLD TIMES SAKEEEEE I WONT ASK YOU TO WAIT IF YOU DONT ASK ME TO STAY ... so I'll go back to LA and the so called friends who'll write books about me if I ever make it .....
AND WONDER ABOUT THE ONLY SOUL WHO CAN TELL WHICH SMILES IM FAAAKINGGGGGGG and the heartttt i know i’m breakinggg is my own…………to leave the warmest bed i’ve ever known………………
















