It's eleven thirty at night, and your in your bed nice and tight.
Maybe your dreaming of me I am calling you, I am wishing you were here.
I hope I didn't annoy you today. If I did you answered anyway.
Now I am laying in my bed I am hearing you wishing I could feel too.
I miss her.
I wanted to tell her.
I spoke to myself in the mirror for awhile tonight. I made a promise that I would never fuck up having you in my life. To be honest...I think your my favorite girl I ever met. Yeah. I think your my favorite girl I ever met.
I bought a new notebook for the road. Covered it with your area code. Over and over again, It's tattooed by the pen and I wish it was my home. 'Cause I kinda hate everyone I know and lately I've been feeling so low. Come get inside my bed you make me feel dead by being out there in the unknown.
I miss her.
I wanted to tell her.
I spoke to myself in the mirror for awhile tonight. I made a promise that I would never fuck up having you in my life. And to be honest...I think your my favorite girl I ever met. Yeah. I think your my favorite girl I ever met.