If you want, if you want to be the one that he's thinking of
You just need to understand
Just turn around
Just turn around
Oh-oh

You are the only thing, the only thing that he has left
The only thing at all, the only thing at all

In later hours when the packed bars start spitting cowards
They're picking scars
Cell phones clenched along the sidewalk
They usually stay out of our way
The bridge and tunnel just seems to escape near our home

Writer : GORBEL, JARROD / KAMPSTRA, AARON
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.