Karaoké High Road Zach Bryan

Adderall and white-lace bras that makes you fall in love

You left your blue jeans in my pickup truck

New York this time of year ain't good for me 'cos all my friends lack self-control and empathy

All the boys are crawlin' in some shithole in the wall again

I missed this place more than

I missed my home

Everyone is tellin' me that I need help or therapy but all I need is to be left alone

She's bound to come back and haunt you forever

There's ghosts in the windows and walls

I've waited by the telephone all fuckin' night for someone that ain't ever gonna ca-a-all

Remember tellin' me

I was gonna hit the big time

You died

Guess you told God it was true

Remember sittin' on your porch

You talked about your old regrets

In Tulsa while the bad things took your brain

It seems the quiet dreams have gotten much too heavy

But I'm home now and I'll hold you through the pain

She's bound to come back and haunt you forever

There's ghosts in the windows and walls

I've waited by the telephone all fuckin' night for someone that ain't ever gonna ca-a-all

She's bound to come back and haunt you forever

There's ghosts in the windows and walls

I've waited by the telephone all fuckin' night for someone that ain't ever gonna ca-a-all

Adderall and white-lace bras that'll make you fall in love

You left your blue jeans in my pickup truck

New York this time of year ain't good for me 'cos all my friends lack self-control and empathy