"C'mon, baby, please just talk to me. Yell at me for all you want, but don't shut me out."

I pleaded, trying to reason with you. We had gotten in a argument earlier about going out with the lads even though you wanted to stay in with me. You kept bringing up the fact that ever since I brought you on tour with me we've barely seen each other, and although I knew that was true, I just wanted to let loose and get drunk with my band mates. Selfish, I know.

"Please don't do this to me, babygirl"

I said continuing to try and get you to talk to me, calling you by your favorite nickname to get you to give in.

"You know I didn't mean anything I said."

I voiced while placing my tattooed and ring clad hand on your thigh while keeping the other on the steering wheel.