What's that ring around your finger?
Is that a hickey on your neck?
Swipe my card, I'll buy the bar
I'll get drunk till I forget
I've been running around too
With the ex-lover's blues
In deeper layers
He still cares
That's the difference, him and you
So don't tell me
You want a different kind of fire
Or you're preaching to the choir
And if you tell me
There's someone who takes you higher
Or you're just preaching to the choir
I know you got lonely
I know you got lonely
I guess I got lonely too
Still talking * behind my back
Hope that you can drop
the act
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Can we be friends?
At least pretend
That there ain't no turning back
No need to tell me
You want a different kind of fire
Or you're preaching to the choir
And if you tell me
There's someone who takes you higher
Or you're just preaching to the choir
I know you got lonely
I know you got lonely
I guess I got lonely too
I know you got lonely
I know you got lonely
I guess I got lonely too
No need to tell me
Tell me
Boy, you're preaching to the choir

to the choir. And if you tell me, boy, you're just preaching to the choir. No need to tell me
you want a different kind of fire. Boy, you're preaching to the choir. And if you tell me
there's someone who takes you higher. Boy, you're just preaching to the choir. I know
you got lonely. I know you got lonely. I guess I got lonely too. I know you got lonely. I
know you got lonely. I guess I got lonely too.
I know you got lonely too.