After the Show
Where did you go?
I can't see you
Hiding behind your charade
Was it hard to
See that I would
Carry your weight
When the road was too dark
To navigate, love
Heard me crying
In the bathroom
Later dreaming
Didn't you, oh didn't you know
All I needed was my best friend
To come back from wherever he go
Babe when we ran through the halls of hotels
And love that we made was a love hotter than hell
And your arms, my blanket at night
The touch of your lips was my paradise
All of this time I should have stuck up for myself
It's a crime, was so bad for my mental health
I remember you asking what did I expect
All I needed was a little of your respect
Babe there were times I felt lonely
Lying next to you at night, that wasn't right, no
Should have let go of your ego
Turned to see the girl you loved when we first met
Babe when we ran through the halls of hotels
And love that we made was a love hotter than hell
And your arms, my blanket at night
The touch of your lips was my paradise
All of this time I should have stuck up for myself
It's a crime, was so bad for my mental health
I remember you asking what did I expect
All I needed was a little of your respect
I was still there, hiding somewhere
Beneath my eyes I nearly forgot to breathe
It was so hard just to let you know
Caught up in your adrenaline after the show
Babe it's a shame that the game went went the way it did
I'd love you forever both you and your kid
I would have remained faithful even in our old age
Long after the last time you leave the stage
'Cause I loved you for everything, more than you are
The nights that have hold on me
so skin to skin my best friend, long after my company ends,
I remember you asking what did I expect,
All I needed was a little of your respect
I can't see you
Hiding behind your charade
Was it hard to
See that I would
Carry your weight
When the road was too dark
To navigate, love
Heard me crying
In the bathroom
Later dreaming
Didn't you, oh didn't you know
All I needed was my best friend
To come back from wherever he go
Babe when we ran through the halls of hotels
And love that we made was a love hotter than hell
And your arms, my blanket at night
The touch of your lips was my paradise
All of this time I should have stuck up for myself
It's a crime, was so bad for my mental health
I remember you asking what did I expect
All I needed was a little of your respect
Babe there were times I felt lonely
Lying next to you at night, that wasn't right, no
Should have let go of your ego
Turned to see the girl you loved when we first met
Babe when we ran through the halls of hotels
And love that we made was a love hotter than hell
And your arms, my blanket at night
The touch of your lips was my paradise
All of this time I should have stuck up for myself
It's a crime, was so bad for my mental health
I remember you asking what did I expect
All I needed was a little of your respect
I was still there, hiding somewhere
Beneath my eyes I nearly forgot to breathe
It was so hard just to let you know
Caught up in your adrenaline after the show
Babe it's a shame that the game went went the way it did
I'd love you forever both you and your kid
I would have remained faithful even in our old age
Long after the last time you leave the stage
'Cause I loved you for everything, more than you are
The nights that have hold on me
so skin to skin my best friend, long after my company ends,
I remember you asking what did I expect,
All I needed was a little of your respect
Credits
Writer(s): Beth Jeans Houghton
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