Next to Me (Acoustic)

Something about the way that you walked into my living room. Casually and confident lookin' at the mess I am. But still you, still you want me. Stress lines and cigarettes, politics, and deficits. Late bills and overages, screamin' and hollerin’. But still you, still you want me. Oh, I always let you down. You're shattered on the ground. But still, I find you there. Next to me. And oh, stupid things I do. I'm far from good, it's true. But still, I find you. Next to me (next to me). There's something about the way that you always see the pretty view. Overlook the blooded mess, always lookin' effortless. And still you, still you want me. I got no innocence, faith ain't no privilege. I am a deck of cards, vice or a game of hearts. And still you, still you want me. Oh, I always let you down. You're shattered on the ground. But still, I find you there. Next to me. And oh, stupid things I do. I'm far from good, it's true. But still, I find you. Next to me (next to me).