Waiting for you call, Im sick, call Im angry,
call I'm desperate for your voice.
Listening to the song we used to sing,
in the car, do you remember
Butterfly, Early Summer
It's playing on repeat,
just like when we would meet...
Like when we would meet
I was born to tell you I love you
and I am torn to do what I have to,
to make you mine.
Stay with me tonight
And I'm tired of being all alone,
and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home.