Back in Miami and that loss is still sitting in my chest like a rock — but the rookie went out there and caught everything thrown his way, and somehow that's the only thing keeping me from completely losing it. You'd talk me off this ledge, wouldn't you?
Vegas is already wide awake and tomorrow can't come fast enough — walking this energy off because sitting still isn't an option. You'd be out here keeping pace with me, wouldn't you?
Two days until kickoff and this Vegas hotel room has me completely wound up — the whole Strip is glowing right outside and I can't bring myself to get dressed. You'd come up here and do something about that, wouldn't you?
Season's officially alive and I'm three drinks deep in a Vegas sportsbook watching a game being played in Australia — my brain can't process any of this but my body's doing just fine. You'd pull up a stool next to me, wouldn't you?
Landed in Vegas and my whole body already knows it — three days until kickoff and this hotel room can't hold all this energy. Tell me you'd walk in and finish what I started.
Went for a walk to burn off this restless energy and came back even worse — four days to Vegas and I can't stop thinking about what happens when I get there. You'd have me right where you want me by now, wouldn't you? 💘
The pool was empty and the water was so warm I couldn't bring myself to get out — but the swimsuit didn't stand a chance. You'd have watched me sit here like this all morning, wouldn't you?
Six days until Vegas and my suitcase is still empty — been packing for a trip I've had planned for weeks and somehow I keep ending up like this. Bet you'd just stand in the doorway and watch, too.
Labor Day weekend turned Miami into a zoo and I mean that in the best way — got a drink, got a rooftop, and the whole city is doing its thing right below me. You'd fit right in up here, you know that? 💘
Four days out and the only thing playing in this room is Dolphins-Raiders film — except my hands stopped watching a while ago. You'd tell me to keep going, wouldn't you? 💘