Mom Jeans.
You Only Call Me When You’re Drunk
The worst part of being lonely, is trying to fall asleep because
You’ve crawled under my skin just like I’ve crawled under your sheets, you’ve hollowed out my insides made a home inside my head
You used to be the only reason I’d get myself out of bed
People always try to tell me that I’m lucky ‘cause I’m free, but I’m not free
You hate my friends but you’re the sweetest when your roommates are out of town

My life has took a beating ‘cause I’m staring at your cеiling and I’m running out of reasons to stay
My heart is in your closet undеrneath your clothes, forgotten and I’d like to get it back some day

It’s 2 o’clock in the morning, and I’ve got a lot of stuff to read, but you can’t sleep
So you text me, won’t leave me be, ‘til I come to room 203
But I know how you get after midnight it’s too late to walk home, so you pull my strings
And you tell me things that, you swear you’ve never told anyone but me
It’s late night you call me, to tell me you’re sorry
It’s getting kind of hard to believe that you’re sorry, ‘cause
If you were sorry, you wouldn’t make me think that you love me every single fucking time

Well you’re life has took a beating ‘cause your other guy was cheating and your outer shell is starting to crack
Your heart is in the closet, tucked away but not forgotten and you’re never gonna get it back

I’m not gonna blend, be a part of your background
You said let’s be friends, but I don’t like how that sounds
This isn't the end, you’re not my companion
So let’s not pretend, that we were really something

Well our lives have took a beating ‘cause we’re staring at the ceiling and we’re running out of methods to stall
My heart is in the closet tucked away for now forgotten ‘cause I don’t want it to get involved