In my mind it’s a breeze

I’m fumbling while I look for my keys Got the text, she’s a wreck

And I’ve got a premonition that maybe she’s been with him again

What a shame playing games

When there’s nowhere to go

Fan the flame, you’re to blame

And you’re killing me slow

Through the glass I’m attached

But she don’t even know how much I’d miss Her if she walked out the picture

And ooooo

My toes they don’t touch

The waves are too rough

And ooooo

Stroke of bad luck I guess

It’s 2am on the phone again

You got me thinking we’re more than Friends, I’m living in an emotional hell Taking kicks to the belt

And lately I’ve been wishing

That maybe we was kissing instead

Coffee cups

Styrofoam

Take the hint

Your sweeter when I’m with you alone

Reminisce

To back in mid-December

But somehow, it's September again

It’s 2am on the phone again

Why can’t you leave me alone instead, I’m Living in an emotional hell

Taking kicks to the belt

And lately I’ve been wishing

That maybe we was kissing instead