Right Guy - Oliver Green

I see my self in the mirror

Can’t find the stuff to clear my

Glitter soul, punches through the door

Desperate to pull the trigger

Neon lights to make my

Dark home, glow home

Dead miles and dirty sheets

Red wine and limousines

I’m home, home

Oh, oh

Bring me back my young

Seventeen, seventeen under

Bring me back my young

Punch through, this raging thunder

I’m tired of this back seat love

And neon lights

I used to be the right guy

I, miss the right guy

Alarm clock wakes up to the heat

I struggle hard to find my feet

And kick life in it’s knees

Covered in mud up to the waist

Red wine, still limousines

I’m home

Oh, oh

Bring me back my young

Seventeen, seventeen under

Bring me back my young

Punch through, this raging thunder

I’m tired of this back seat love

And neon lights

I used to be the right guy, I