Version Eight - Maybe

Maybe it's the way
That you're sitting like that
Skinny ripped jeans gripping you
So tight like that
Maybe it's the late night drive
Maybe we're too fucked up tonight
Maybe it's the way that
You're scaring me to death
Flying blind to heaven
Will you be there when I land?
Driving down the backroads
Where did all the time go?
Maybe we were meant
To change the world
From the ground up
Maybe we were meant
To live our lives
In a different place in time
Only crossing paths once
Or fucking twice
Guess that's fine
Only get one life
Plan to fucking live it
Wish you'd be my ride or die
I'm flying fucking blind
Praying heaven's on my side
Not best friends with God
Wouldn't mind his help this time
Maybe it's the way
That you're moving like that
Skinny ripped jeans gripping you
So tight like that
Maybe it's the late night high
Maybe we're just too fucking drunk tonight
Maybe it's the way that
You're scaring me to death
Flying blind to heaven
Am I ever gonna land?
Maybe it's the way
That you're moving like that
Skinny ripped jeans gripping you
So tight like that

Written by:
Brett Larson

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