The Worst Time

You always call at the wrong time
In the late nights I will break
And you’re fine
You always call at the wrong time
When the time won’t change for you
Will you give me a chance to prove
That I can finally understand and be the person you think I am
Stop telling me that we gave it everything we had
You’re sick of your life without me
I’m sick of the thought of you leaving
You always call at the wrong time
In the late nights I will break and you’re fine
You take me out of my right mind to the wayside where I’ll stay
You always call me at the worst time
When the silence takes the room
And the colors change to black and blue
I know you won’t believe
That I could ever be the person you think I am
Stop telling me that we gave it everything we had
You’re sick of your life without me
I’m sick of the thought of you leaving
You always call at the wrong time
In the late nights I will break and you’re fine
You take me out of my right mind
To the wayside where I’ll stay
You always call me at the worst time