i hear a ring on the phone and i'm sleeping so sound i pick up the receiver, you're on the line saying, "keep me on the ground." you only call me, when you're drunk and i know it's just- my bad luck you make me think about all the wrong things that i just don't, wanna think about it's 2am where you are and over here the fire's gone out it's cold as hell in new york and you only call me when you drink you ask about my good days, but what am i supposed to think? i say "don't call back" and hang it up knowing it won't be the last, i secretly crave these nocturnal calls, because of the confidence i lack you always call me, so drunk saying, "it's you i still love", but i only hear this when you drink, so what am i supposed to think?