Closest Thing to You I'm Gonna Find Lyrics

Written by Butch Walker

California girls they have a way
Of moving their mouths just a certain way
Saying things that always seem so right
But when the shine wears off at the end of the day
I'm left with the tab and not a word to say
Cuz I see your face when they turn out my light
So I keep another night by this fire and drink some wine
It's the closest thing to you I'm gonna find

New York ladies that drive men crazy
Can't keep up I'm from the South and lazy
This town stays open too late for these old bones
And maybe it's because its got too many faces
Crammed like fishes in compact places
This is why all of them seem desperate and alone
So I pick back up the cigarettes but only for the night
It's the closest thing to you I'm gonna find

Heeeeeey!!

Georgia girls took all my pennies
Everytime I come back I fall for many
Wake up and wonder why I ever left here
When we spend all night with a drink to the face
Get caught up in politics and race
I just smile and show the cotton further down my ear
And my hands are full of the sticky sap from your backyard Georgia pine
It's the closest thing to you I'm gonna find