Lately I don't sit on my phone

I'm sleeping in I'm sleeping sideways

Asphyxiation with the way I phone

I don't do it and you don't like it

Your pessimistic and I'm simplistic

You know it too much it's a statistic

You know it too much it's a statistic

I'd take you home with me

But I'll be gone before you know

Don't get the time to think

And when I do I'm not alone

You fracture my words and then proceed to flirt

You'd like to see how this hurts

And when I go see it

Fight over the dial on the radio

Then work it out in the back of my Peugeot

You catch a cold and lie in bed sick

Your taking medicine that's making your tongue numb

You'll freak out and cry in your bed room

I'll put a song on that I can relate too

I'll put a song on that I can relate too