Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zachariah Carlson
Songwriter
Lyrics
You and me, passed out
At the foot of my bed
Tryin not to touch
Well I forget what we said
Til I confessed
And you started to laugh
Lay flat on my bed
And threw your head back
I died a little
Every second that passed
Til you said
I love you too
Then you left
Cause you had things to do
You left me sitting here wondering
Baby when ya
Comin
Comin
Comin
Comin
When ya comin over
Again
When are you
Comin
Comin
Comin
Comin
When ya comin over
Babe when are ya comin over
Now you're turned away
At the foot of my bed
And I'm lyin here
In what's left unsaid
When I confess
You start to cry
And vanish like smoke
Into the night sky
And even tho you know
I'm not that guy
You're still gone
Gone
And I've been thinking
Bout you all week long
Baby when ya
Comin
Comin
Comin
Comin
When ya comin over
Again
When are you
Comin
Comin
Comin
Comin
When ya comin over
Babe when are ya comin over
Did you pack up the last box?
I wanna make sure
You got all your memories out
So when you're in the truck
Don't hit me up...
At the old number
I'll be at the new house
Waiting for you
So tell me
Babe when are ya comin over
When ya comin over
Again
When are you
Comin
Comin
Comin
Comin
When ya comin over
Baby when ya comin
Comin
Comin
Comin
Comin
When ya comin over
Again
When are you
Comin
Comin
Comin
Comin
When ya comin over
Babe when are ya comin over
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