2AM

In my mind, it's a breeze I'm fumbling while I look for my keys Got the text, she's a wreck And I've got a premonition that maybe she was with him again What a shame playing games when there's nowhere to go Fan the flame, you're to blame and you're killing me slow Through the glass I'm attached, but she don't even know How much I'd miss her if she walked out the picture And, ooh My toes, they don't touch, the waves are too rough And, ooh Stroke of bad luck I guess It's 2 a.m. on the phone again You got me wishing we're more than friends I'm living in an emotional hell Taking kicks to the belt You know lately I've been wishing that maybe we were kissing instead Coffee cups, styrofoam You're sweeter when I'm with you alone Take the hint, reminisce (Got me thinking) back in mid-December But somehow, it's September again What a shame playing games when there's nowhere to go Fan the flame, you're to blame and you're killing me slow Through the glass I'm attached but she don't even know How much I'd miss her if she walked out the picture And, ooh My toes, they don't touch, the waves are too rough And, ooh Stroke of bad luck I guess It's 2 a.m. on the phone again You got me wishing we're more than friends I'm living in an emotional hell Taking kicks to the belt And lately I've been wishing that maybe we were kissing instead It's 2 a.m. on the phone again Why can't you leave me alone instead? I'm living in an emotional hell Taking kicks to the belt And lately I've been wishing that maybe we were kissing instead