WORRIED -

Halfway

Down the street from my front porch

I watched you puke

Too drunk, passed out

Hoping you could find something to do

I’m so worried

When I see you leave

'Cause nobody knows

If you’ll make it home or not

I’m so worried

When I see you leave

'Cause nobody knows

If you’ll make it home

And maybe it was my fault

So afraid, slam my fist into the drywall

So high I see the crimson in your eyeballs

I just hope you pick the phone up when I call

Ooooh

And maybe it’s the highway

But something’s feeling really fuckin' weird tonight, aye

I just hope you listen to me now when I say

I’m not ready to lose you

And maybe it was my fault

So afraid, slam my fist into the drywall

So high I see the crimson in your eyeballs

I just hope you pick the phone up when I call

Ooooh

And maybe it’s the highway

But something’s feeling really fuckin' weird tonight, aye

I just hope you listen to me now when I say

I’m not ready to lose you

I’m so worried

When I see you leave

'Cause nobody knows

If you’ll make it home or not

I’m so worried

When I see you leave

'Cause nobody knows

If you’ll make it home

Halfway, up the

Block from where you sit, I’m lookin' weak

And back then, past times

You and I would wander through the street

I’m so worried

When I see you leave

'Cause nobody knows

If you’ll make it home or not

I’m so worried

When I see you leave

'Cause nobody knows

If you’ll make it home