Beside You
Beside you
Beside you
Beside you
Beside you
I'm feeling kind of empty
Let's take a break from home
I like the way you're moving
Lights waiting to be shown
Got so fucking wasted
Got so fucking stoned
So drunk I can taste it
Can't wait to take you home
And be
Beside you
Beside you
Beside you
Beside you
Where did all the lights go
They were guiding my way home
The maps behind my eyelids
Are hiding all the roads
Got so fucking wasted
We got so fucking stoned
So drunk I could taste it
Just trying to get home
Beside you
Beside you
Beside you
Beside you
Got so fucking wasted
Got so fucking stoned
So drunk I can taste it
Trying to get home
Got so fucking wasted
Got so fucking stoned
So drunk I could taste
I'm just trying to get home
And be
Beside you
Beside you
Beside you
Beside you
Writer/s: First Thursday
