Been thinking about you a lot more than I should,
Caught my finger slipping up the same page of my telephone book.
Just hear me out, or let me in
Signing the guest books
Places we've been
Hoping with a soft spot that there's a chance of bumping into you
Tell me what does your heart say would you listen anyway
I promise you I'll look good when I'm sober
Tell me what have you got, now you gave it all away
I promise you I'll look good when I'm sober
Seen mingling with bouncers unhappy where I'm stood
Feeling like I miss the way you kiss me, mimic your lips with a sharp left hook
So I look to her
Took on the chin
Blood on a jumper
Tuck your shirt in
Hopefully don't need you, but comforting pretending that I do
Tell me what does your heart say would you listen anyway
I promise you I'll look good when I'm sober
Tell me what have you got, now you gave it all away
I promise you I'll look good when I'm sober
And you know just what to say
But a phone call's not the same."