| Friday night became so lonely, |
| When you came to make a break, |
| That seemed to take all day to make me angry 'cause I Like you, maybe I’m just Like You |
| Holding on to something that we know we can not hold |
| Or fold it seems it seems we just can’t forget |
| Are you frightened, by perfection? |
| Is this who you are, not who you want to be, |
| I walk the line like Johnny Cash |
| I made the bus in seconds flat |
| I called your line too many times |
| I’m not obsessed, just impolite. |
| Sunday came and went so quickly |
| Now you say you want me back |
| You will hold on, despite my cons, |
| It seems we’re meant to hate it! |
| Being so dependent. |
| But it seems we can believe that we’re two peas in this pod |
| We call New York, gets so lonesome. |
| Are you frightened, by neglection? |
| Am I who you want to see yourself to be? |
| I walk the line like Johnny Cash |
| I made the bus in seconds flat |
| I called your line too many times |
| I’m not obsessed, just impolite |
| You’re stuck on me, you don’t know why |
| Can’t leave me anytime you try |
| They say that everybody cries |
| So don’t think twice 'cause it’s alright. |
| Stay here, |
| Touching you, touching the light in your eyes |
| That keeps coming back |