Dysfunctional Gamble

The clock says It's early and my eyes are getting dreary
I'm lost in the heat of my own conspiracy
Headed towards the wall hit my head on the ceiling
Waiting for your call but I'm deprived and delirious

It's just a late night lust
Don't mean to bug
But

I heard the tone
The chord's hanging out the wall
I hate being alone
Don't have the courage to call ya
Dial the phone
Hoping I don't wake your mother
It's a dysfunctional gamble
Of us
Gripping onto what was
But we learned the lesson
Don't play your cards wrong
You'll end up the victim

My hands are feeling clammy my heart is getting sweaty
I'm quietly whispering a prompt to get you ready
To relive every fantasy and each little memory
That you snuck away when you wanted to give it up

I never had that luck
Had to trust my gut
Plan of action

I heard the tone
The chord's hanging out the wall
I hate being alone
Don't have the courage to call ya
Dial the phone
Hoping I don't wake your mother
It's a dysfunctional gamble
Of us
Gripping onto what was
But we learned the lesson
Don't play your cards wrong
You'll end up the victim

So roll the dice
Play it nice
You're not quite
Ready to pick the fights
So play the tone
Give me an eye roll
I'll pay the toll
Each time I call

I heard the tone
The chord's hanging out the wall
I hate being alone
Don't have the courage to call ya
Dial the phone
Hoping I don't wake your mother
It's a dysfunctional gamble