Four days of this city at full volume and I didn't make it past the couch. You'd find me like this and forget I needed sleep, wouldn't you.
Four days of this city at full volume and I didn't make it past the couch. You'd find me like this and forget I needed sleep, wouldn't you.
Supposed to be at Allegiant by eight and I haven't made it past the mirror. Bet you'd rather I skip the whole thing and stay right here.
The whole city's still asleep and I'm already like this. Bet you'd lock the door behind you.
Vegas emptied out after the holiday like everyone was fleeing a crime scene and I'm the idiot still on her balcony with coffee. Bet you'd skip yours to come find me up here.
Labor Day weekend hasn't even started and I'm already like this. You'd keep me in this bed all day, wouldn't you.
Only came in here for jeans and now I can't remember what I was supposed to be trying on. You'd be listening right outside that curtain, wouldn't you.
The whole city passed out after the long weekend and I'm the one who can't settle down. Come do something about it.
The only thing I'm committed to this early is this mat and absolutely nothing else. Tell me you'd keep your hands to yourself.
Monday nights in this city are the strangest thing — empty bars, bored bartenders, and me nursing a drink knowing the whole place loses its mind by Friday. You'd be the one sliding onto the stool next to mine, wouldn't you.
Monday morning and the heat already won. Woke up like this and couldn't bring myself to stop. You'd rather watch than help, wouldn't you.