Without You Around - Rare Americans

You are my monster

You are my feet on solid ground

You are my late nights

Wide eyed, mind tied, blind my sight

You are my worst low

You are the best I’ve ever known

You were my long road

Why’d you bottle it up it?

And let it get to that point

I’m not coming home tonight

Getting used to living life without you around

Without you around

Without you around

Exploded, exploded

That was a tough pill to swallow

Exploded, exploded

That was a hell of a day

Did the fun run out, what changed?

Why’d you keep it to yourself for days and days and days?

I never pictured beds ago

That we would have to get our own

But I wouldn’t ever change a single day

I didn’t pictured you would go

But I wanted you to know

I wouldn’t ever change a single day

You’re not coming home tonight

Getting used to living life without you

I’m not coming home tonight

Getting used to living life

Without you around

Without you around

Without you around

Without you around

Without you around

I’m not coming home tonight

Getting used to living life without you

I’m not coming home tonight

Getting used to living life without you around

Without you around

Without you around

Without you around

Without you around