I don’t want to be here , I don’t want to be alone in my bed . I want to be with you , laying on the living room floor on the bed we made out of couch cushions . Cuddling as close as we can get , but wishing it could be closer . Oh how I’d trade anything to be in your arms , talking nonstop about anything and everything as the sunrise poured in through the windows . Laughing and smiling and telling each other how great this feeling is , and how we never want to let go . Sleeping without you by my side and waking up without your face next to mine has got to be the worst feeling , it leaves me empty and aching . I long to be in your arms , when we meet up after not seeing each other for a day or two , the way you hug me makes me feel safe and secure , like I had never even left . When I’m alone , when you can’t be here and I can’t be there , I reread the message you sent me , “I’m falling in love with you” .
yeah I’m chillin on a dirt road , laid back swervin like I’m George Jones . smoke rollin out the window , an ice cold beer sittin in the console . memory lane up in the headlights , it’s got me reminiscing on them good times . I’m turning off of real life drivin , that’s right I’m hittin easy street on mud tires .