歌词
Sit by the fire on a weekend
As I'm slowly coming down
Take a drive on the freeway
With my windows rolled down
Sometimes (sometimes)
I feel (I feel)
Like I'll make it!
And I know at the end of the day
You're mine
But you won't let me in
To see who's knocking
At the door again
You know I'm always trying
To be your man
I wanna be more than just a friend
I'm sitting in the green room
As I'm waiting to take the stage
I could use another but
I know its gonna make me late
Sometimes I feel
Like I'll make it
But I know at the end of the day
You're mine
I hate it when we fight
But I hate it more when you tell those lies
You know I'm always
Gonna be your biggest fan
I wanna be more than just a friend
I hate it when we fight
(But you won't let me in
To see who's knocking)
But I hate it more when you tell those lies (At the door again)
You know I'm always
Trying to be your man
I wanna be more than just a friend
Written by: Bryson Heatherly, Carter Maharrey, Dylan Gray


