WWYW?

2 a.m. at the bar its late

You told me you don't want a song written

about you that says anything too negative So I showed you a song, you asked me

Who was that one about

I told you it's about us babe

And you smiled, ear to ear

As you held me, I said, is it all okay?

You reassured me that you really don't mind at all

But where do I go? What do I do?

Now you're gone, all I write about is you

And I still feel guilty, cause I know you'll listen to this song