3am

I’m still trying to get my head around this
The more I think the more I’m pissed about it
If it’s just sex you wanted
Don’t ask me to hang around without it
And I think you make me wanna die
When I see you with other guys
In a few days it passes
Make the same mistakes surrounding
These insecurities
The last two times you’ve slept with me
And I can’t wait for Friday night
To drink it down and feel alright
I’ll give you that call at three in the morning
You’ll reply tomorrow with a stern little warning
I just can’t help that your Instagram story
Has some kinda way that seems to allure me
I’ll smoke till I can’t breathe
Tongue swollen till I can’t speak and
If you don’t reply tonight
This will be the last you hear from me
Goodbye I’ll break this promise I’ll
Call again tomorrow night
I’ll give you that call at three in the morning
You’ll reply tomorrow with a stern little warning
I just can’t help that your Instagram story
Has some kinda way that seems to allure me
I’ll give you that call at three in the morning
You’ll reply tomorrow with a stern little warning
I just can’t help that your Instagram story
Has some kinda way that seems to allure me
I’ll give you that call at three in the morning
You’ll reply tomorrow with a stern little warning
I just can’t help that your Instagram story
Has some kinda way that seems to allure me
Seems to allure me
Seems to allure me
Seems to allure me
Seems to allure me