NIGHTS LIKE THESE – Benson Boone

Lights are loam, hands are colder
Can’t stop you, and you still have my coat
Eyes are lost in the fog without you here
And I can’t see the road

Now I’m standing at your door
And I hope that you’re not home
So, I can get used to being alone

On nights like these when my willpower’s weak
I’m gonna call, so just let it ring
I’ll drive these streets, don’t come looking for me
If you’re letting go, then I’m gonna need
More nights like these

I fight the Earth to write the words up in my head
That I know I shouldn’t send (That I know I shouldn’t send)
It’s hard to hear when I keep stealing glasses at your picture
So I look away again

On nights like these when my willpower’s weak
I’m gonna call, so just let it ring
I’ll drive these streets, don’t come looking for me
If you’re letting go, then I’m gonna need
More nights like

You gotta let me drown
You gotta let me fall apart
Without you here to catch me
And if you’re not around
I gotta learn to face the dark
‘Cause days turn into nights like this
Nights like this (Nights like this)

‘Cause days turn into nights like this
When my willpower’s weak
I’m gonna call, so just let it ring
I’ll drive these streets, don’t come looking for me
If you’re letting go, then I’m gonna need
More nights like these
Nights like this