Answer Your Phone Lyrics

I'm at Waffle House, you're at Goodwill

I'm coming down from a weekend bender

You just blew your money from the dry cleaners

I knew something was up

When you didn't say a word from across the table

Don't play so dumb, and come forward

I'm in my bed, you're lying next to me

You make a comment about how my

Cheeks turn red and I get flustered

Every time that you come over

If I was annoying surely you would tell me

And I'd act like you weren't the reason I was happy

I'm at a friends house, you're still grounded

I can't sleep 'cause of Jim Beam bourbon

I really thought I was drunk in love

I guess that we're both just drunk

It's a problem when it's me

It's amusing when it's you

Answer your phone every once in a while

So I don't confess my love in a stupid voicemail

Answer your phone every once in a while

So I don't confess my love in a stupid voicemail

So I don't confess my love in a stupid voicemail