Song Length |
4:21 |
Genre |
Rock - Progressive Rock, Rock - Indie/Low-Fi |
Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Nervous, Troubled |
Subject |
Regret, Dysfunctional Relations |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
I shouldn't have looked at your phone when it sounded and shined in the night. You're passed out and I am thinking maybe someones in plight; or a new plan for tomorrow need be wrought.
I touch the screen, I want to scream, you've got another man. He said what he would do, you said you'd like that too. Text screen blinding light.
Try to regain my composure, take a walk in the motel parking lot. fresh air look at the moon, smoke a cigarette. Step after step visions won't leave my head. Need to wake her confront the issue, cause a scene; she's not sober yet.
Back in the motel room after the tailgate she'd partied to the bone. Want to check all of her messages, frantic need to know. It's only 60 miles maybe I should hitch-hike home.
8 A.M. she starts slowly slowly coming out of the too many beers sleep, with some half-drunk hangover pain stomping on her head. I'm about to explode got to tell her I know. Found out after I innocently looked at her phone.
She says I'm sorry it's only phone sex. the guy lives far away. we've never made it. It's nothing more than you reading a playboy or watching a porno. It's nothing, so get over it!
Well maybe if we can get real close it will calm my fears. Let me know you still want me. I'll calm down be adult about what another goes through. Does this mean I can try it too?
Sounds like it could be fun, and it would be kind of evening the score with you. It could be good for me, it must have good for you. I'm trying not to be stressed out! I've been faithful!
She says I'm sorry it's only phone sex. The guy lives far away. we've never made it. It's nothing more than you reading a playboy or watching a porno. It's nothing so get over it!
I'm still feeling betrayed. Guess I still love you honey; but will I ever trust and feel the same about you? Like I used to. Before I knew What he sexted to you, and before I knew what you sexted back. Wish I didn't. I've been faithful! I'm exhausted.