You used to be one half asleep and smiling, warm welcoming me into  

Now it's just “Rob, you don't belong in my room” 

We don't do this anymore 

  

I'll be on my way home 

This side of the music is killing me faster 

I'll likely end up at your door 

Wishing I could still race up the stairs into your bed on a Sunday morning 



Take the time to make impressions 

Story trade and brag to girlfriends 

We were not to take for granted 

Just given advantage 

This car made me 

You're only honest when you're naked 

Truth is, I'm too cool for this 

And that's exactly what's turning you on 

  

Missing my fake friends 

I want to need to make the scene 

My stomach turns 

She's late to bleed 

Where'd you go old school good girl? 

You've been seeking someone to use on a Sunday morning 

Exactly what's turning you on? 

  

After with you is so better than during 

My heart can't explode 

How else would you know me? 

I don't want any more drugs 

I just want to play music 

See what you've done