Lyrics: Logan Prescott Miller
Music: Logan Prescott Miller
Lately I've been talking
Laying under moonlight
Hanging on a phone light in the dark
When you call me up
'Cause it's never just you and me
Baby, what's on your mind?
I wonder sometimes if you're holding out, holding out
When I get you alone, I never stop running my mouth
But I've got you on my tongue, babe
Painted on my clothes
Wake up, I've got you in my lungs, babe
Hanging on the door
Tempt you with one light on
Lately I just say nothing
I'm hoping that you want me in the very same way
Baby, call me up
Baby, call me up
I just want to be with you in all the same places
I don't care what they say,
You've got me in the palm of your, palm of your hand
But I've got you on my tongue, babe
Painted on my clothes
Wake up, I've got you in my lungs, babe
Hanging on the door
Tempt you with one light on
Baby, it's late now
Call me
I wait for the phone ring
I want you like novocaine
The way you haunt me
Your perfume on me
You've got me in the palm of your hand
But I've got you on my tongue, babe
Painted on my clothes
Wake up, I've got you in my lungs, babe
Hanging on the door
Tempt you with one light on