Answer Your Phone

I'm at Waffle House, you're at Goodwill
I'm coming down from a weekend bender
You just blew your money from the dry cleaners
I knew something was up
When you didn't say a word from across the table
Don't play so dumb, and come forward

I'm in my bed, you're lying next to me
You make a comment about how my
Cheeks turn red and I get flustered
Every time that you come over
If I was annoying surely you would tell me
And I'd act like you weren't the reason I was happy

I'm at a friends house, you're still grounded
I can't sleep 'cause of Jim Beam bourbon
I really thought I was drunk in love
I guess that we're both just drunk
It's a problem when it's me
It's amusing when it's you

Answer your phone every once in a while
So I don't confess my love in a stupid voicemail
Answer your phone every once in a while
So I don't confess my love in a stupid voicemail
So I don't confess my love in a stupid voicemail



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Writer(s): Noah Gregory
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