I Will Never Write an Obligatory Song About Being On the Road and Missing Someone

Take this pen to paper

Like a virgin befalled by the danger

Poetry was never this real to me

Well, I was too far gone to save her

Oh Lordy, the sun is coming up

A marshmallow into a cloud

I'll never shut up again

I'm fucking disavowed

Take this pen to paper

In a stink there with four total strangers

I am lost cause freedom has it's cost

My box is full, I'll call you later

I want my baby back

I want my baby back

I miss you, miss you

I want my baby back

I want my baby back

I miss your kiss, I miss you

I was hoping you were open

But you were not, I missed my shot

But then you called me

What befalled me

I never knew, I never knew it was you

I got my baby back

I got my baby back

I miss you, miss you

I got my baby back

I got my baby back

I miss your kiss, I miss you

And I got you back

And I got you back

And I got you back

And I got you, got you back

Take this pen to paper

Watch me take this pen to paper, woah

I take this pen to paper

Watch me take this pen to paper, woah