Pulled

I was trying to sleep
But my heart rate wasn't fooled
It was at least the back of four when you phoned
To tell me that you'd pulled

You met him in a club and he's nice
You hope he doesn't think you're slack
But he's waiting in the next room
And you think you'd better get back

I'm trying to sleep
But I'm staring and I'm thinking
And my bed's fucking huge
And you and him are drinking

I'm glad that I'm going
That I'll soon be away
I wish you'd just ask her
'Cause it's not something I can say