Dari
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maxwell Wade Ferrer
Songwriter
Natasha Janae Lee
Songwriter
Pablo Andrés Acosta
Songwriter
Joshua "Juicebox" Cheruvelil
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Couch Dog
Producer
Griffin Breshrears
Producer
Lirik
I wanted to get your number
But you were already gone
I feel myself going under
While you bum cigs on the lawn
Somebody offered me a drink
But I was already drunk
Jim's drivin', you're ridin' shotgun
While I'm stuck, slumped in the trunk
Somebody's talking to me
While I just stare at my phone
All my friends are getting trashed
But I take shots on my own
Somebody offered me some weed
But I was already high
It's time to leave, can't find the keys and,
Jim's too drunk to drive
Dance with me
I promise I'll just have one more drink
Lay in the street
The concrete's not as cold as you think
Lost my friends
The sirens sing again on the weekends
I need you
To walk me home but you're never going to
There's someone in your bed tonight
They left their shoes at the door
You snuggle up inside their arms
While I'm passed out on the floor
Somebody tried to make me leave,
But I had already left
You took off with your ex.
Dance with me
I promise I'll just have one more drink
Lay in the street
The concrete's not as cold as you think
Lost my friends
The sirens sing again on the weekends
I need you
To walk me home but you're never going to
Written by: Joshua "Juicebox" Cheruvelil, Maxwell Wade Ferrer, Natasha Janae Lee, Pablo Andrés Acosta