Lyrics: Ali King
Music: Ali King
I'm getting sick of the routine
Watching news on the tv
But I’m never tired of you
And the way you talk to me
I throw my hopes against the wall
Waiting when you'll dial your phone
Before we sleep, give me a call
been a while since I heard you at all
Distractions on the horizon
Fell back to sleep, eyes open
You don’t have to say a thing
Just pick up, after the ring
And I confess
I miss the sound of your voice
When we hit that 3 am in the morning
Breathe in with the tone of the beep
When I open my phone
It’s you I’m missin’
I’m sad, come, reach out
Just waiting for you to call
Like we used to
Like you used to
Busy nights turned to fights
Paranoid mind just right
Deaf by silence, no trace of you
Been here before, I should've known what's true
Burns like whiskey on a summer night
Your voice hits right, 'til sunlight
thinking of you till morning passes by
can't hide, this loneliness
So I'll confess
And I confess
I miss the sound of your voice
When we hit that 3 am in the morning
Breathe in with the tone of the beep
When I open my phone
It’s you I’m missin’
I’m sad, come, reach out
Just waiting for you to call
Like we used to
Like you used to
Remember your sofa days
The story where your work should’ve paid you more
When your cousin made pasta, your kitchen chores
All around straight organic from the grocery store
When we'd talk about your future
And I’m taking in
That I might be not
No caving in.