WORRIED

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