can picture you now, taking your makeup offYou come

our fingers from right to leftWe're too drunk to

know I find it hard to sleep whenI'm sleeping

is a swelling stormAnd I’m caught up in the

I look up from the ground to see your sad and

our fingers from right to leftWe're too drunk to

lying on your costStaring at the moonMy hand in

1: Ruth you first just like you wantedGave you

Put you first just like you wantedGave you me you took

mornin', there's a message on my phoneIt's my mother

it something I said? Did I take it too

still wrapped up in your skin and bonesYeah, you

1: Zoe talk for hours, never understandThen end up

am I supposed to love you?)When I don't love who

Dean 1: Dean had this beautiful way

1: Ryan complicated, she's understatedBut I smell your smell

So far away but still so clearAnd in my head you

is a swelling stormAnd I'm caught up in the

Sample & Parker Jack, am I supposed to love

me downTell me everything's alrightCall me backSay that it's