wet cement - gnash
Produced by：John Mark Nelson/Garrett Nash
Alone again
Staring at my phone under a ceiling fan
Don\'t know if it\'s one or two or three AM
All I know is I\'ve been here before
Now and then
I drive by the place just where we used to live
Remember when we put our hands in wet cement
I almost have the guts to ring the doorbell
Oh
I kinda thought we\'d get to all the plans we made
Oh no
If you\'re really gone I guess they\'ll have to wait
I miss you
Yeah I miss you
All your bad jokes
All your issues
And I won\'t ever know
Why you had to go
But I miss you
And I wish you\'d
Come back home
Fall apart
I didn\'t think I\'d be the type to fall apart
Everything is scary when you\'re in the dark
I guess that\'s why I stay awake at night
Oh
I think I\'m going under but I fight the fight
I know
Even in the comfort of the morning light
I miss you
Yeah I miss you
All your bad jokes
All your issues
And I won\'t ever know
Why you had to go
But I miss you
And I wish you\'d
Come back home
Come back home
Come back home
Oh
I kinda thought we\'d get to all the plans we made
Oh
The sun is out the sky is kinda blue today