制作
作曲和作词
Cumberland
词曲作者
歌词
4am and I'm still in the middle of
Killing this bottle of Jim Beam
And it's killin' me, that I'm drunk at home
And you're running around with him
Never know what you have 'til its gone
I sat staring at the missed calls on your phone
It's false hope for a love that used to be
Now all I see is
An empty front seat on the way to the bar
A last chance prayer on a shooting star
I been hoping and missing and dreaming about kissing you
Baby what else do I have to do
To make you come back home to me
'Cause there ain't no love in this empty bottle of whiskey
Oh so baby please miss me
I can't control, these things I'm feeling deep down in my bones
I know you'll never understand
'Cause I'm too far gone, and it's safe to say you've known that all along
I just can't let go of these hands
Now all I am is
An empty front seat on the way to the bar
A last chance prayer on a shooting star
I been hoping and missing and dreaming about kissing you
Baby what else do I have to do
To make you come back home to me
'Cause there ain't no love in this empty bottle of whiskey
Oh so baby please miss me
An empty front seat on the way to the bar
A last chance prayer on a shooting star
I been hoping and missing and dreaming about kissing you
Baby what else do I have to do
To make you come back home to me
'Cause there ain't no love in this empty bottle of whiskey
Oh so baby please miss me
Oh baby please miss me
Oh so baby please miss me
Oh baby please miss me
Written by: Cumberland
