Drnk Txt Rmeo

I usually avoid any kind of confrontation, conversation, moderation,

Lips sealed but my fingers are flying

And hours the hours pass they grow more impatient

My phone is magnetic, especially when I'm sauced up

And I admit that I'm ashamed

But there's Melissa, Theresa and Emily what a toss up

But that's the best part of the game

And i'm really an anonymous aspiring alcoholic drowning the days pain in hops, barley and grain

Thinking of ways to convince one to join me in the company of low-lifes sort doing the same

So I start texting, I keep texting, I can't stop, it's my obsession

it's like fish and my words are like lures

If they bought the bait cool, If not call it a night

Weekend, like we should have, and I know

And I try, to be a good boy but it's hard

I start texting, I keep texting, I can't stop, it's my obsession

Now ask yourself this;

Is love a tender thing, too rough, too rude, too boisterous?

Well i'll tell you what man, I had it once it was fun but not enough

Tis torture, not mercy

Heaven is where my phone lives, in my pocket, so cozy oh what a joy replies give

Well Melissa?s babysitting, and Theresa?s working late, Emily?s on her way to East 11th on the train

And that's when I remember Patty from West Philly she said ?i'm in your area, three minutes away?

So I stop texting, no more texting, yeah right, it's my obsession

it's like fish and my words are like lures

If they bought the bait cool, If not call it a night

Weekend, like we should have, and I know

And I try, to be a good boy but it's hard

Weekend, like we should have, and I know

And I try, to be a good boy but it's hard

I start texting, I keep texting, I can't stop, it's my obsession

I know you think i'm reckless, move so fast, slow down

I think I love him, so I told him, but in a text message

He wrote back ?Me too, I was just sitting here, thinkin? bout you?

I know I want to but I can't and I shouldn?t

Try to put my phone down, damn, but I couldn?t

Stayed on the phone with him all night long

Text message when i'm gone

Weekend, like we should have, and I know

And I try, to be a good boy but it's hard

Weekend, like we should have, and I know

And I try, to be a good boy but it's hard