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