Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Band Laredo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
The Band Laredo
Composer
Lucas Cote
Composer
Lyrics
You drug the lake
For your missing piece
But I’m not the one you thought
That I would turn out to be
I’m not a saint
And I ain’t a crooked man
Do just enough that other people
Think that I care
Got one last cigarette in my pocket
Got some monsters hiding under my bed
Hope there’s a pay phone
On this long drive home
So I got you ringing In my head
I not your friend
And I ain’t your enemy
I’m just the ghost of
Everyone you wanted me to be
I grabbed the rope
But I let it go
Sometimes you got to sink a little
Just to stay afloat
Too overdrawn and nostalgic
I’m turning out to be
Just like an punk rocker
With a Bad Religion tee
It’s waking up on Sunday
With you only by mistake
I’d drive a hundred miles
With you screaming in my face
Got one last cigarette in my pocket
Got the devil hiding under my bed
Hope there’s a pay phone
On this long drive home
So I got you ringing In my head
Written by: Lucas Cote, The Band Laredo