Sitting here wondering where you are
Seedy hotel or smoke-filled bar
One minute you’re here and then you’re gone
My arms are empty but I wanna hold on
Is it courtesy or is it sympathy
Wound around your neck
Is it fixing to flee a little far from me
And I hate you cause I love you too much
Night grows long and still no sight of you
Lights in the drive don’t know what to do
Key in the latch and the smell of cheap cologne
You’re in my arms but I’m all alone
Thanks April D. for the co-write
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