3am

Said you wanna be free
But you spent every minute with me
Never letting down my guard
Keep you far away from my heart
Still you don't wanna leave

Now you want my hand to keep it in your pocket
In your blue jeans jacket
Keep it to yourself
But you can never lay your hand on my shoulder
Never let me closer
And I thought we did so well

Here we go
Blow up my phone again
Calling at 3 a.m.
You're hoping for another chance
To become more than friends
You said you wanted less
Still hanging with your ex
But now you miss the sex
I know you think it was the best

Now you want my, now you want my, now you want my
Now you want my hand to keep it in your pocket
In your blue jeans jacket
Keep it to yourself
But you can never lay a hand on my shoulder
Never let me closer
And I thought we did so well

Here we go
Blow up my phone again
Calling at 3 a.m.
You're hoping for another chance
To become more than friends
You said you wanted less
Still hanging with your ex
But now you miss the sex
I know you think it was the best

Said you wanna be loved
But no love is never enough
No you never really tried
You just run along for the ride
And take whatever you want

Here we go
Now you want my, now you want my, now you want my
Now you want my hand to keep it in your pocket
In your blue jeans jacket
Keep it to yourself
But you can never lay your hand on my shoulder
Never let me closer
And I thought we did so well

Here we go
Blow up my phone again
Calling at 3 a.m.
You're hoping for another chance
To become more than friends
You said you wanted less
Still hanging with your ex
But now you miss the sex
I know you think it was the best

Blow up my phone again, calling at 3 a.m.
Blow up my phone again, calling at 3 a.m.
Blow up my phone again, calling at 3 a.m.
Calling at 3 a.m.



Credits
Writer(s): Sylvester Willy Sivertsen, Nicole Morier, Ryan Landis, Fredrika Ericson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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