I don’t know, where you’re going
Or when you’re coming home
I left the keys under the mat to our front door
For one more chance to hold you close
I don’t know, where you’re going
Just get your ass back home

And the fact you stood beside me,
Every time you heard some bogusness
You deserve a standing o ‘cause they’d a just been over it

But no one in this world knows me the way you know me, so you probably always, have a spell on me. 

But no one in this world knows me the way you know me, so you probably always, have a spell on me. 

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY