I'm not the type to walk away But lately I've been hoping I could be the type to change My sanity's had better days And I'm reliant on your words to help me see things straight
I hide my thoughts like a riddle Keep 'em on the low, I'm caught in the middle Of waiting on your call, not much just a little And thinking I don't need your help as I ask myself
Why am I just home alone and feeding my addiction tonight? I got eleven missed calls and none of them are yours So please find me some time alone with you And my addiction 'cause I I got eleven missеd calls but I just want yours tonight
You know I like to play pretend But it gеts so lonely living in my head And you see through it now and then But when you get close I do what I do best and
I hide my thoughts like a riddle Keep 'em on the low, I'm caught in the middle Of waiting on your call, not much just a little And thinking I don't need your help as I ask myself
Why am I just home alone and feeding my addiction tonight? I got eleven missed calls and none of them are yours So please find me some time alone with you And my addiction 'cause I I got eleven missed calls but I just want yours tonight
Why am I still so alone consumed by my addiction When I've got a hundred missed calls And none of them are yours So please give me your time And I'll be freed from my addiction 'Cause I, I'm all alone in my mind And I just need you tonight
And I just need you tonight, yeah And I just need you tonight
Compositores: Stephen Daniel Beerkens (Stephen Beerkens), Linden Michell Forbes Marissen (Linden Marissen) ECAD: Obra #34930620