My mind in a vice grip
Your legs still wrapped around my head
In that hotel suite
The cigarette ashes on my bed
They stained the sheets
I see you nude, dancin’ ‘round my room
As if you ain’t a thousand miles back home
But it’s cool I’ll prolly see you [A7soon
Can’t go to [C7]that thrift store
Without smellin’ sex in the dressin’ ɾoom
Can’t hear my [A]favorite film score
Without sweet nothings played on [C7]loop
It’s kinda ɾude, you [A7won’t let me lose
As if you [A7ain’t a thousand [Bm]miles back home
But it’s cool I’ll prolly see you [A7soon
I can still feel you [A7kiss me
I thought I was [Am7]ɾeady
To send you [A7off on [C7]that flight
And say goodbye
But as the clock it ticks on [C7]by
I ɾealize I’m still holding you [A7close
As if you [A7ain't a thousand [Bm]miles back home
But at least we got [Fm7]teleρhones
Whoever said out of sight, out of mind
Fuckin lied
Cuz you’re not by
By my [A]side
And yet, still keep me up at night
I can still feel you [A7kiss me