sitting on a living room floor
watching a boy play guitar
there's a tattoo on his arm
and i've never heard it before
but i love this song
and with another shot of whiskey
my toes get numb
and for once i don't care
about being alone in crowded rooms
you're driving to my doorstep
you're gonna get here soon
and i'm getting too used to this
like another house show
acclimating after the first few songs
with you i let go
and today the air is saying
get realistic
and i want to say no
but it clogs up my chest
and forces out an obedient
yes