Good Ol' Mr. Rags

Hey

I know I just saw you yesterday, but I wanted to say

That I miss you and I am sorry I always have to go

Every couple weeks or so

And I’m sick of the roads

And the tolls that we both have to pay, 'cause I’m always away

I miss the smell of your skin and your clothes

And I want nothing more than to be back at home again

Staying in, getting takeout, or binge-watching HLN

I haven’t slept well in days

I miss waking up, having coffee and breakfast in bed

Sharing showers, and I quit smoking cigarettes

Until I left for tour, but I’m anxious again

While you’re in bed back home, and I’m a total wreck

I'm still a total wreck

I'm still a total wreck

(Fuck!)

I tried to sit still

Made the call and now I’m talking to a voicemail

Left a message

Pay attention to the detail

Overwrought and overwhelmed

Hear me shaking as I exhale

Quivering and sweating out the chemicals

11 hour acid trip when Scott became a ceiling fan, and I am soap

So here I go, carry on alone

So here I go, carry on alone

I carry on alone

I miss the smell of your skin and your clothes

And I want nothing more than to be back at home again

Staying in, getting takeout, or binge-watching HLN

I haven’t slept well in days

I miss waking up, having coffee and breakfast in bed

Sharing showers, and I quit smoking cigarettes

Until I left for tour, but I’m anxious again

While you’re in bed back home, and I’m a total wreck

I'm still a total wreck