4 acessos
Ride home there's something missing in this backseat your smile the warmth of your cheek i wrote wish you were here on the window little did you know that i think about you when you're not around i stare out at the sky it's
like i look in your eyes . the anticipation of a phone call that never came left me jumping each time my phone rang i called and asked where you were i got nothing but
drunken slurs i hope you wake up tomorrow hung over wishing i was there to make it better how far am i away
(how far) how far am i away (so far) it's like i look in your eyes