Hour long conversations,
About absolutely nothing.
Somehow we always make it seem,
Like it's been something.
Phonebills racked to $1,136.03,
We don't even know what we're saying.
Remember not to call my cell,
It's in my mom's room slowly decaying.
My home phone rings at all hours of the night,
And I always know it's you.
Don't call again at 1am,
I swear she's going to kill you.
Never ending the night with 'I love you',
We're together for now, you and me.
I won't be surprised the night we exchange those 3 words,
If it's on the phone at 3.
