paroles de chanson WORRIED - atlas

Halfway down the street from my front porch
I watched you puke
Too drunk, passed out, hoping you could find something to do

I'm so worried
When I see you leave
'Cause nobody knows
If you'll make it home or not
I'm so worried
When I see you leave
'Cause nobody knows
If you'll make it home

And maybe it was my fault
So afraid, slam my fist into the drywall
So high, I see the crimson in your eyeballs
I just hope you pick the phone up when I call

And maybe it's the highway
But something's feeling really fucking weird tonight, eh
I just hope you listen to me now when I say
I'm not ready to lose you

And maybe it was my fault
So afraid, slam my fist into the drywall
So high, I see the crimson in your eyeballs
I just hope you pick the phone up when I call
And maybe it's the highway
But something's feeling really fucking weird tonight, eh
I just hope you listen to me now when I say
I'm not ready to lose you

I'm so worried
When I see you leave
'Cause nobody knows
If you'll make it home or not
I'm so worried
When i see you leave
'Cause nobody knows
If you'll make it home

Halfway up the block from where you sit
I'm looking weak
Back then, past times, you and I would wander through the streets

I'm so worried
When I see you leave
'Cause nobody knows
If you'll make it home or not
I'm so worried
When I see you leave
'Cause nobody knows
If you'll make it home