Driving

It's the third time I'm trying
You must be driving
It's the only time you don't...
You don't pick up the phone.

It's half priced drinks at Mollys
Till 2am on Fridays
You said come midnight you be home.
But I watch the clock tick
As the nervousness grows
but I watch the clock tick
but I watch the clock
As the nervousness grows

And I keep hearing cars outside
and I'm running towards the blinds
Knocking over furniture

Well it's time to let this go
Your not good for my soul.
My heads a mess
From triggers like this...

It's the 3rd Time I'm trying
You must be driving
It's the only time you don't.
You don't pick up the phone...
(You don't pick up the phone)
You don't pick up the phone...



Credits
Writer(s): John Butler, Doug Westcott
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