come over it's late

Baby come here I get so cold at night Can you tell me what's real Sandpaper on my eyes Couldn't tell when I was lucid, it's a problem and you know that shot held me under the vodka Too deep for too long, knee deep in my wrongs I plead in my songs for some help to my problems Is it too late To find my way home Will you Will you come home with me too Is it too late To find my way out To find my way out Baby come here I get so cold at night Can you tell me what's real Sandpaper on my eyes Keep a picture in the passenger compartment 18's looking larger on my license I'm a proof feign and I'm running out of time so the only thing I wanna ask Is it too late To find my way home Will you Will you come home with me too Is it too late To find my way out To find my way out Baby come here I get so cold at night Can you tell me what's real Sandpaper on my eyes