I usually avoid any of confrontation, conversation, in moderation Lips sealed but my fingers are And the hours pass, they grow more impatient My phone is magnetic, when I'm sauced up
And I admit that I'm But there's Melissa, Theresa and what a toss up But that's the best part of the
And I'm really an anonymous, aspiring Drowning the days pain in hops, barley and Thinking of ways to one to join me In the company of low-lives, doing the same
So I start texting, I keep texting, I can't stop, it's my It's fish and my words are like lures If they bought the cool, if not call it a night
We can't, more we should have and I know And I try, to be a good boy but it's I start texting, I texting, I can't stop, it's my obsession
Now ask yourself this, is love a thing Too rough, too rude, too Well, tell you what man I had it once it was fun but not
torture and not mercy Heaven is my phone lives In my pocket, so cozy oh what a joy replies
Well, Melissa's babysitting and Theresa's late Emily's on her way to East on the train And when I remember Patty from West Philly She said, I'm in your area, three minutes
So I stop texting, no texting, yeah, right, it's my obsession It's like fish and my words are lures If they bought the bait cool, if not it a night
We can't, more we should have and I know And I try, to be a good boy but it's We can't, more like we should and I know And I try, to be a good boy but it's I start texting, I keep texting, I can't stop, it's my
I you think I'm reckless, move so fast, slow down I think I love him, so I him but in a text message He wrote back , me too, I was just sitting here, 'bout you"
I know I want to but I can't and I Try to put my phone down, damn, but I Stayed on the with him all night long Text when I'm gone
We can't, more like we should have and I And I try, to be a good boy but it's We can't, more like we should have and I And I try, to be a good boy but it's