Rendezvous

Overpriced drinks in the Brooklyn Bridge Park
It's alright It's alright
Red meat massacres candlelit in the dark
It's alright its alright

Well I'm not sure where we're going
But I do know where we've been
Got these feelings overflowing
Loving living this life of sin

I apologize you had to carry me home
Hold my head out the window help me find my phone
When the drugs wore off and I had nothing good to say
Well that's when my memory seems to slip away

Theres no way of knowing
But deep down in my core
Each moment spent beside you
I only want you more

Early Sunday morning when we're too hungover to speak
One tequila sunrise and I'm right back on my feet
We can rendezvous in that place near the park
And you can buy me dinner with all that lawyer money you got



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Farrell
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