Barefoot

When I stayed up while you drove home
Did I cry, or did I just pretend?
When I grow up, I wanna be bigger than before

I get picked off in my sleep while you’re standing there
And you ask me why I don’t drink, now I’m confessing everything
And I dream of running barefoot down Texas streets

I get so caught up
It’s in my head, consuming everything
Switching between channels
Always find myself back home, back home

You get pissed off
Changing my opinions every other day
I can’t think straight
Did I break promises I never made?
And I see myself running barefoot back to our place