(And he's willing to do whatever it takes to give first love a second--)
I could be the one to take you home
Late nights staring at your phone
I could make you feel like you're in love
I could be the one to make you quit
Late nights when you feel like shit
I could make you feel so damn alone
If you took my place
Would you change my ways?
Would you change my name?
Would you change my face?
If you took my spot
Would you change a lot?
Would you change it all?
Would you change it-
Maybe this is what I get for leaving you out in the cold
Drag my body to the woods and let me go
Paint a picture of my life into the snow
Pull the trigger like I'd never even know
Maybe this is what I get for leaving you out in the rain
Pop the truck and drop my body in the grain
Throw a shovel at me, yell to dig a grave
Put the pistol to my ear, I heard it say
In the black on black or the white on white
It don't matter what you wear when you die, right?
In the 605 or the 212
It don't matter where you go when I find you
You can run all day, you can run all night
But in the end you know I'm always right, oh no
In the 605 or the 212
It don't matter where you go when I find you
It don't matter where you go when I find you
I could be the one to take you home
Late nights staring at your phone
I could make you feel like you're in love (I could make you feel like you're in love)
I could be the one to make you quit
Late nights when you feel like shit
I could make you feel so damn alone
Man, it's so like me to do this shit last minute
Livin' in the past like I'm still stuck in it
You ain't even gotta ask, I'll admit it, I'll admit it
Hit the backstage pass till my last days living
Card can't max, rack me up with no limit
Bullets in the snow, red leather hide the blood better
Carve black lines in the white like a love letter
Runnin' through the 605 with my woes
Maybe this is what I get for leaving you out in the cold
Drag my body to the woods and let me go
Paint a picture of my life into the snow
Pull the trigger like I'd never even know
Maybe this is what I get for leaving you out in the rain
Pop the truck and drop my body in the grain
Throw a shovel at me, yell to dig a grave
Put the pistol to my ear, I heard it say
In the black on black or the white on white
It don't matter what you wear when you die, right?
In the 605 or the 212
It don't matter where you go when I find you
You can run all day, you can run all night
But in the end you know I'm always right, oh no
In the 605 or the 212
It don't matter where you go when I find you
It don't matter where you go when I find you
I could be the one to take you home
Late nights staring at your phone
I could make you feel like you're in love
I could be the one to make you quit
Late nights when you feel like shit
I could make you feel so damn alone