I usually any kind of confrontation, conversation, in moderation Lips but my fingers are flying And hours the hours pass, they more impatient My phone is magnetic, especially I'm sauced up
And I admit I'm ashamed But there's Melissa, Theresa and Emily a toss up But the best part of the game
And I'm really an anonymous, alcoholic the days pain in hops, barley and grain 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 can't stop, my obsession It's like fish and my are like lures If they bought the bait cool, if not call it a
We can't, like we should have and I know And I try, to be a good boy but it's I texting, I keep texting, I can't stop, it's my obsession
Now ask this, is love a tender thing Too rough, too rude, too Well, I'll you what man I had it once it was fun but not
torture and not mercy Heaven is where my phone In my pocket, so cozy oh a joy replies give
Well, Melissa's babysitting and working late Emily's on her way to East 11th on the And when I remember Patty from West Philly She said, I'm in area, three minutes away
So I stop texting, no texting, yeah, right, it's my obsession It's fish and my words are like lures If they the bait 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 We can't, more like we should and I know And I try, to be a good boy but hard I start texting, I keep texting, I can't stop, my obsession
I know you think I'm reckless, move so fast, slow I I love him, so I told him but in a text message He wrote back , me too, I was sitting here, thinkin' 'bout you"
I I want to but I can't and I shouldn't Try to put my down, damn, but I couldn't Stayed on the phone with him all night message when I'm gone
We can't, more like we should have and I 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 good boy but it's