one more late night phone call,
with nothing to say,
I wish I had a dollar bill for every time you hated me.

I don’t know why but, I got lost in your eye,
you were looking for a lover, and all I needed was a friend

I can’t see you anymore, don’t want to see you anymore.

(tried to hard to make it work, couldn’t stop until it hurt,
when you called me a friend you really meant a lover,
but it’s really to late because I’ve found another this time)

well we’ve had to much to drink and, all I need is time to think

(I don’t know what to do)

Get your hands off arms tonight