I struck out on friday night
Bought a pack smokes and some miller lites
The only thing that make me feel alright
You call me up after a month
And I say that I'm fine
And now I can't get you off my mind
Now I'm two towns away from pulling in your drive
Begging you to let me in just one more time
(One more time)
You won't take my calls, you leave me on read
I feel like your messing with my head (with my head)
I'm tired of all these games you like to play
But here I am
Two towns away
I drove by the spot where we first met
Thought about the things that I regret
Checked my phone at least a thousand times
I hope that you can't get me off your mind
Now I'm two towns away from pulling in your drive
Begging you to let me in just one more time
(One more time)
You won't take my calls, you leave me on read
I feel like your messing with my head (with my head)
I'm tired of all these games you like to play
But here I am
Two towns away
(Yeah)
(Na na, na na nahhh)
Now I'm two towns away from pulling in your drive
(Pulling in your drive)
(In your drive)
Now I'm two towns away from pulling in your drive
Begging you to let me in just one more time
(One more time)
You won't take my calls, you leave me on read
I feel like your messing with my head (with my head)
I'm tired of all these games you like to play
But here I am
Two towns away
(Yeah)
(Na na, na na, na na, na na, na naaahhh)
Written by: Jamey Michael King, Allen Bryce Carlisle and Cameron Emanuel Wheaton