2AM

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
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 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