be here
Dori Hardage, Trey Wheelahan
Best friend you are always here
I think that is what I fear
Watching your life go by
Faking on the other line
Weeknight drinks, I get used to this
Forehead kiss with shaky lips
Be here forever but I wont
Talk everyday, say I love you, we don't mean the same thing
Save up for better luck next time
Burnt my feet in the sand
Put your life in weaker hands
Once held but gripped too tight
Sing with me till the story's nice again
But I like it this way, almost having happy days
No promises to keep
Weeknight drinks, I get used to this
Be here forever but I wont
Chew me up piece by piece, oh god I miss your teeth
Taste of your spit fresh on my tongue
Save up for better luck next time