You, I think it was half past 3 You spilled your Jim and Coke on me Left the party half past 4 Had to sneak into your dorm Left before the sun had shown Trippin all over your clothes As I shut the door to 213 I heard your voice from the bed say
Get back to me, get back to me I'm waiting for you to Get back to me, get back to me I'm waiting for you
I always living on the fly Used to think about you and I Hoping someday that we could be I'm thinking that some day we should be You I'm tired of wasting time You probably found another guy And now I'm messaging your iphone Because you're in another time zone
