You think I don't know why your name has popped up on my phone,
It's late, your drunk, and you know that I'm alone.
You called, your voice, tells me everything I want to hear,
And I go with it, I play along, giving in to the fear, that I, will stay this way,
And you think it's okay. And it is, it's my fault, I encourage you to believe this lie,
Because what's wrong with that? The only person that's hurt, Is I.