I avoid any kind of confrontation, conversation, in moderation sealed but my fingers are flying And hours the hours pass, grow more impatient My phone is magnetic, especially I'm sauced up
And I admit that I'm But there's Melissa, Theresa and Emily a toss up But that's the best of the game
And I'm an anonymous, aspiring alcoholic Drowning the days pain in hops, barley and Thinking of to convince one to join me In the of low-lives, sort doing the same
So I start texting, I keep texting, I stop, it's my obsession It's like fish and my are like lures If they bought the bait cool, if not it a night
We can't, more like we should have and I And I try, to be a good boy but it's I start texting, I keep texting, I can't stop, it's my
Now ask yourself this, is love a thing Too rough, too rude, too Well, tell you what man I had it it was fun but not enough
torture and not mercy Heaven is where my phone In my pocket, so oh what a joy replies give
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 away
So I stop texting, no more texting, yeah, right, my obsession It's like fish and my words are like If they the bait cool, if not call it a night
We can't, more like we have and I know And I try, to be a good boy but hard We can't, more like we have 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 know you think I'm reckless, move so fast, slow I think I love him, so I told him but in a text He wrote back , me too, I was just sitting here, thinkin' you"
I know I want to but I can't and I Try to put my phone down, damn, but I Stayed on the phone with him all long Text when I'm gone
We can't, more like we should and I know And I try, to be a good boy but hard We can't, more like we should have and I And I try, to be a good boy but hard