I avoid any kind of confrontation, conversation, in moderation Lips sealed but my fingers are And hours the hours pass, they more impatient My is magnetic, especially when I'm sauced up
And I admit that I'm But there's Melissa, and Emily what a toss up But that's the part of the game
And I'm really an anonymous, alcoholic Drowning the days in hops, barley and grain Thinking of ways to one to join me In the company of low-lives, sort the same
So I start texting, I keep texting, I can't stop, my obsession It's like and my words 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 stop, it's my obsession
Now ask yourself this, is a tender thing Too rough, too rude, too Well, I'll you what man I had it it was fun but not enough
'Tis torture and not is where my phone lives In my pocket, so cozy oh what a joy give
Well, Melissa's and Theresa's working late on her way to East 11th on the train And that's when I remember Patty from Philly She said, I'm in your area, minutes away
So I texting, no more texting, yeah, right, it's my obsession It's like and my words are like 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 hard 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 stop, it's my obsession
I know you think I'm reckless, move so fast, down I think I love him, so I told him but in a message He wrote back , me too, I was just here, thinkin' 'bout you"
I I want to but I can't and I shouldn't Try to put my phone down, damn, but I Stayed on the phone with him all long message when I'm gone
We can't, more like we have and I know And I try, to be a boy but it's hard We can't, like we should have and I know And I try, to be a boy but it's hard