| Darling, I’ve just left the bar
|
| And I’ve misplaced all my credit cards
|
| My self preservation and all of my reservations
|
| Are sitting and contemplatin' what to do with me, do with me
|
| Think I took it way too far
|
| And I’m stumbling drunk, getting in a car
|
| My insecurities are hurting me
|
| Someone, please come and flirt with me
|
| I really need a mirror that’ll come along and tell me that I’m fine
|
| I do it every time
|
| I keep on hanging on the line
|
| Ignoring every warning sign
|
| Come on and make me feel alright again
|
| 'Cause it’s 3 a.m.
|
| And I’m calling everybody that I know
|
| And here we go again
|
| While I’m running through the numbers in my phone
|
| And yeah I’ll take fake moans and dial tones
|
| Let 'em spill right down the microphone
|
| I need it digital
|
| 'Cause, baby, when it’s physical
|
| I end up alone, end up alone
|
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
|
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
|
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
|
| I need it digital
|
| 'Cause, baby, when it’s physical
|
| I end up alone, end up alone
|
| Every night I wanna live in color through a white-blue screen
|
| I got a technicolor vision going vivid in my white-blue jeans
|
| I know it’s complicated 'cause everyone that I’ve dated
|
| Says they hate it 'cause they don’t know what to do with me, do with me
|
| Know that my identity’s always gettin' the best of me
|
| I’m the worst of my enemies and I don’t really know what to do with me
|
| Yeah, I don’t really know what to do with me
|
| I keep on hangin' on the line
|
| Ignoring every warning sign
|
| Come on and make me feel alright again
|
| 'Cause it’s 3 a.m.
|
| And I’m calling everybody that I know
|
| And here we go again
|
| While I’m running through the numbers in my phone
|
| And yeah I’ll take fake moans and dial tones
|
| Let 'em spill right down the microphone
|
| I need it digital
|
| 'Cause, baby, when it’s physical
|
| I end up alone, end up alone
|
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
|
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
|
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
|
| I need it digital
|
| 'Cause, baby, when it’s physical
|
| I end up alone, end up alone
|
| I’m reckless, treated like a necklace
|
| Take a different version and I try it on for size
|
| With everybody that I know
|
| And will you please pick up the fucking phone?
|
| 'Cause it’s 3 a. |
| m
|
| And I’m calling everybody that I know
|
| And here we go again
|
| While I’m running through the numbers in my phone
|
| And yeah I’ll take fake moans and dial tones
|
| Let 'em spill right down the microphone
|
| I need it digital
|
| 'Cause baby when it’s physical
|
| I end up alone, end up alone
|
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
|
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
|
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
|
| I need it digital
|
| 'Cause baby when it’s physical
|
| I end up alone
|
| (Your… your best song)
|
| (Is a song that’s currently on the radio)
|
| (How many people can say that?)
|
| (That their best song is the one that’s currently about to be a massive hit?)
|
| (It's already a hit)
|
| (It's just gonna get more massive)
|
| (How many people can say it?)
|
| (Not very many)
|
| (Congratulations!) |