The Stale Scent Of Old Beer
I'm right down here if you were wondering
And if you feel like shooting the shit, I'm all ears
Now that you've stayed I hope you haven't regretted
Though my thoughts are still tempted to make their mistakes
It seems like I'm dancing on my own fears,
This cold apartment, the stale scent of old beer
I never had to think, but now I have to proof it
I guess I'll have to figure it out to figure it out and I'll figure it out on my own
Are you tired of going down just like you know just where they want you
'Cause I'm tired of going down just like I know just where they want me
I don't even know your name
But can we make that change
Can you remember the way you looked at me that night?