I know it's wrong of me to dial your number at this hour
But my glass turned empty
And my head filled up.
I know I'm not her
She is so easy
And I am me.
I'm trapped in the web of
Second chances, what if's, and used to be's.
Competing in the championship of
last calls.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 7:45 AM UTC
I know it's wrong of me to dial your number at this hour
But my glass turned empty
And my head filled up.
I know I'm not her
She is so easy
And I am me.
I'm trapped in the web of
Second chances, what if's, and used to be's.
Competing in the championship of
last calls.
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