The bugbites
The blood dries
It's in the past
I'll let go
If you say so
I'm all in
Yeah you know
I gotta go out West, a while
Playing it cool's just not my style
I call you up to calm me down
But your phone's dead
And you're sleepin'
The problems
They're in my head
You don't worry about me
You know I'll be true
Can you tell me that you will too?
I drive all night on 80 East
Put on the mix you made for me
I call and you're not answering
To say something reassuring
I should know when I go
You will wait for me
But it's hard to let go
Of insecurities
From bad memories
So okay, you're not like that
Yeah you know where I'm at
