文本歌词

Written by：Connor Brod
Yeah
Run out by mama
And every girl just gives me drama
All my friends are looking older
But you still look the same
And I'm standing by the corner
I see you walking on by
Asking if I'm doing fine
Like you're some friend of mine
Oh you must have lost track of time
And yes I got your letter
I didn't think they wrote those anymore
And no I ain't feeling much better
But I ain't still feeling so sore
Nobody told me
That being lonely
Was f**king horrible too
I'll be your brother I'll be your sister
I'll show you everything new
I'll show you everything new
It's raining in Chicago
The rain drops on my window
It's been a while since we've spoken
I guess my doorbell must be broken
And I'm spending all my money
I've got to get some luck on my side
Driving in the rain early in the morning
With the sun rising up in the sky
You ain't from 'round here
Why'd you come down here
Must be a long way from home
Forget the distance It don't mean nothing
You're calling me from the phone
You only call when I'm gone