I Will Never Write An Obligatory Song About Being On The Road And Miss

Take this pen to paper

Like a virgin befalled by the danger

Poetry was never this real to me

Well, I was too far gone to save her



Oh Lordy, the sun is coming up

A marshmallow into a cloud

I'll never shut up again

I'm fucking disavowed



Take this pen to paper

In a stink there with four total strangers

I am lost cause freedom has it's cost

My box is full, I'll call you later



I want my baby back

I want my baby back

I miss you, miss you



I want my baby back

I want my baby back

I miss your kiss, I miss you



I was hoping you were open

But you were not, I missed my shot

But then you called me

What befalled me

I never knew, I never knew it was you



I got my baby back

I got my baby back

I miss you, miss you



I got my baby back

I got my baby back

I miss your kiss, I miss you



And I got you back

And I got you back

And I got you back

And I got you, got you back



Take this pen to paper

Watch me take this pen to paper, woah

I take this pen to paper

Watch me take this pen to paper, woah