Wait
I shouldn't even call cause it's way past late
I put you in a category make you out a fake
But you got a good grip on my arm
Don't let me lose you to the stars
Stay
I never had to ask you put a label on my name
Could have a real fast car but I'd never get away
But she had a good grip on my arm
Trip no alarms
But nothing like it happened in a long time
Nothing till you show me to the sweet life yeah
To the sweet life yeah
Could break a bad habit let you take place
Make me wish that I could have it when you fill my space
When you fill my space
Space