Stripped Down Version Songtext
von Butch Walker and the Black Widows

I wrote this down to make it sing just like a song
A little part of me is hating where I′ve gone
The living room disheveled, dishes piled up high
Your naked silhouette contrasting in the light

It's you...
It′s you...


Pull off with guilt from a confusing kiss goodnight
I drive with a cell phone burning as you cry yourself to sleep all night
This parking lot is my best friend as it holds me while I stare
I can see my breath, I can taste your shoulder, it's something in the air

It's you...
It′s you...

This song is just a stripped down version give or take aWanna spare us all the details if it only makes things worse
Oh...
Oh...
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