Countless nights I've stayed up
When I could be at the back of a taxi, a club, a friends house
I'm in bed waiting for you to say you want to hear my voice
That you're not just stringing me along but unfortunately I'm prone to it
It's almost like I'm asking to be forgotten about so I can wallow
And the sad thing is is that I fell for you like I fell for the others
Quickly, dangerously yet comfortably
That's just the impression you gave when you said you liked me
You wanted to get to know me better
You wanted to know how I react to sorry, to empty promises
So you know you can do it again when I leave and inevitably return.