Without You Around

(альбом: Rare Americans 2 - 2021)

You are my monster
You are my feet on solid ground
You are my late nights
Wide eyed, mind tied, blind my sight

You are my worst low
You are the best I've ever known
You were my long road
Why'd you bottle it up it?
And let it get to that point

I'm not coming home tonight
Getting used to living life without you around
Without you around
Without you around

Exploded, exploded
That was a tough pill to swallow
Exploded, exploded
That was a hell of a day
Did the fun run out, what changed?
Why'd you keep it to yourself for days and days and days?

I never pictured beds ago
That we would have to get our own
But I wouldn't ever change a single day
I didn't pictured you would go
But I wanted you to know
I wouldn't ever change a single day

You're not coming home tonight
Getting used to living life without you
I'm not coming home tonight
Getting used to living life
Without you around
Without you around
Without you around
Without you around
Without you around

I'm not coming home tonight
Getting used to living life without you
I'm not coming home tonight
Getting used to living life without you around
Without you around
Without you around
Without you around
Without you around