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