I waited up for your call You never told me you would But the way that you smiled was a promise, I swear
I fell asleep by the phone I missed a message or two Deleted them 'cause they weren't you
I wrecked my house a hundred times just to see you walk into a room But there was money in your laugh, so babe There's nothing else I could do Oh babe, there's nothing else I could do (there's nothing else I could)
I miss the shape of your voice I miss the nape of your neck I miss the weight of your words I miss the bruises they left
I started reading the Times Just for look for your name I couldn't find it They must have made a mistake
I broke my knuckles in a fight You were crying in the back of the room And now the word is on fire, but babe
There's nothing else I could do Oh babe, there's nothing else I could do (oh)
And they can dance to the songs And they can drink all wine Because the high might be theirs But all the bottles were mine
And then you're crashing my car And now I'm taking the blame There's nothing else I could do They must have made a mistake
Oh Babe, they must have made a mistake Oh They must have made a mistake Oh, babe there's nothing else I could do Oh, babe there's nothing else I could do
There's nothing else I could
Compositores: Wyatt K Bernard, Ella Jane Roth (Ella Jane) ECAD: Obra #40912951