The bugbites The blood dries It's in the past I'll let go If you say so I'm all in Yeah you know I gotta go out West, a while Playing it cool's just not my style I call you up to calm me down But your phone's dead And you're sleepin' The problems They're in my head You don't worry about me You know I'll be true Can you tell me that you will too? I drive all night on 80 East Put on the mix you made for me I call and you're not answering To say something reassuring I should know when I go You will wait for me But it's hard to let go Of insecurities From bad memories So okay, you're not like that Yeah you know where I'm at