It's 2 in the morning
And I'm on the phone
You say you're not moving
I hope you're not moving on
Gone for a minute
You say you've lost it all
How many minutes
'Til it's the last phone call
When you lose control
Say that you need me
But the other you
Isn't so crazy
Your feelings are numb
But mine are just a mixer for your rum
My phone hears your soul
With no filter on
You drink from your fears
If I am one
You try to swallow
Your demons alone
Slide down your throat
And down my cheekbone
When you lose control
Say that you need me
But the other you
Isn't so crazy
Your feelings are numb
But mine are just a mixer for your rum
But if I was coke
Would it be a love story
When you lose control
Say that you need me
But the other you
Isn't so crazy
Your feelings are numb
But mine are just a mixer for your rum