Single was written by Austin Gee, Brooks Hoffman, Mason Thornley & Matt Geroux. Way Too Much Song Lyrics added here.
I've been missing you way too much
Hearing last call way too much
I've been letting your memory get ahold of me
Telling me that I need your touch
If I could go to the bar and baby
Just have one that'd be alright
Keep some money of a tab
And maybe spend less time under the neon light
If I could not be thinking bout the first kiss
Holding you every night
Keep it somewhere in the middle
And just miss you a little that'd be alright
Way Too Much Song Lyrics continue below:
But I've been missing you way too much
Hearing last call way too much
I've been letting your memory get ahold of me
Telling me that I need your touch
Havеn't seen you in way too long
Been stuck since you've been gone
Got a littlе in a glass for a little looking back
But a little bit's never enough
I've been missing you way too way too much
I've been missing you way too way too much
You used to sit up front
We used to set that sun
Right about that Chevy in the blue sky
I say that I don't wanna
Let my mind run
But it does every time
Back to the fogged up windows in the backseat
We were the song of that Springsteen summer
Wish every taste of Tequila wasn't you and me
That would be alright
But I've been missing you way too much
Hearing last call way too much
I've been letting your memory get ahold of me
Telling me that I need your touch
Haven't seen you in way too long
Been stuck since you've been gone
Got a little in a glass for a little looking back
But a little bit's never enough
I've been missing you way too way too much
I've missing you way too much
Hearing last call way too much
I've been letting your memory get ahold of me
Telling me that I need your touch
Haven't seen you in way too long
Been stuck since you've been gone
Got a little in a glass for a little looking back
But a little bit's never enough
I've been missing you way too way too much
I've been missing you way too way too much
(Back to the fogged up windows in the backseat
We were the song of that Springsteen summer
Wish every taste of Tequila wasn't you and me
That would be alright)