It's 5 a.m. on the bright side, I'm in love for too long It's high tide, I've been away, so I just wrote you a song All of this stuff, packed in a trunk, I gotta get on the road Directions they suck, traffic is stuck and I got nowhere to go So please come hold me darling, I feel bad I'm calling But I couldn't wait until the morning, I know you hate living alone Cause you had a home made for begging callers, I got collages of your pics on my wall I wrote these albums about you cause I'm still trying to process being out of your contacts I'm so scared of default We were fifteen, naive with our dreams and now I'm thinking of you I'm about to be twenty-three, how could it be that I'm still thinking of you It's 9 p.m. on a Friday and I'm still alone Heard you got a house with your guy out there in Malibu Oh Beverly Hills, heartbreak it kills when it comes out of the blue Emotions were spilled, I'm crying cause I am still in love So please come hold me darling, I feel bad I'm calling But I couldn't wait until the morning, I know you hate living alone Cause you had a home made for begging callers, I got collages of your pics on my wall I wrote these albums about you cause I'm still trying to process being out of your contacts I'm so scared of default We were fifteen, naive with our dreams and now I'm thinking of you I'm about to be twenty-three, how could it be that I'm still thinking of you It's 9 p.m. on a Friday and I'm still alone