11 Blocks - Wrabel

11 blocks from my door to your doorstep

Three years later and it feels too close

I thought I broke the last of that breakdown

The morning I sold your winter coat

It doesn’t feel right when I’m grabbing a coffee

The same old spot, but I’m on my own

I feel OK in the day, but at nighttime

You know how I get when I’m alone

Cause my mind won’t stop;

it’s just 11 blocks

I know that you’re home

Cause it’s Friday night;

you’re not that type

I know that you’re home

14 blocks from your door to this party

I caught myself counting on the way

And right when I stepped in the door to the party

I stepped outside to grab a smoke

You know how I get when I’m alone, no

Cause my mind won’t stop;

it’s just 14 blocks

I know that you’re home

Cause it’s Friday night;

you’re not that type

I know that you’re home

Someone stop me, please, from hurting myself

Cause I’m two blocks away and you’re hurting my health

And it’s Friday night;

you’re not that type

I know that you’re home

Somebody stop me

I should be going home

Somebody stop me

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Well, I met someone

And I think I’m in love

But my mind won’t stop;

it’s just 11 blocks

I know that you’re home

Cause it’s Friday night;

you’re not that type

I know that you’re home

And, I met someone and I swear I’m in love

But I’m two blocks away and you’re just like a drug

My mind won’t stop;

it’s just 11 blocks

I know that you’re home

I got somebody

Waiting for me at home

I got somebody

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

11 blocks from my door to your doorstep

Three years later and it feels too close