2AM

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 was 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, ooh
My toes, they don't touch, the waves are too rough
And, ooh
Stroke of bad luck I guess

It's 2 a.m. on the phone again
You got me wishing we're more than friends
I'm living in an emotional hell
Taking kicks to the belt
You know lately I've been wishing that maybe we were kissing instead

Coffee cups, styrofoam
You're sweeter when I'm with you alone
Take the hint, reminisce
(Got me thinking) back in mid-December
But somehow, it's September 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, ooh
My toes, they don't touch, the waves are too rough
And, ooh
Stroke of bad luck I guess

It's 2 a.m. on the phone again
You got me wishing 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 were kissing instead

It's 2 a.m. 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 were kissing instead