Late Night Caller

You hit my phone, I knew the tone

Same old game, same old chrome

I let it ring, let it sting

Still you know just where I swing

Your name pop up, I don't smile

You always come with that half-truth style

But when you say, "come through"

I forget every thing I knew

And I hate that I want you

Hate that I can still

Read between your lines

Like you never lost your skill

You got that pull on me

You got that pull on me

One look and I fold

One touch and I fall

You got that pull on me

You got that pull on me

Say you want the real

Then you take it all

Late train home, rain on my shirt

I told myself, "boy, don't get hurt"

Still your laugh in my head

Like a note that never left

You leave a trace on the couch

A little heat in every doubt

I should lock that door

But I’m back at yours

And I hate that I want you

Hate that I can still

Read between your lines

Like you never lost your skill

You got that pull on me

You got that pull on me

One look and I fold

One touch and I fall

You got that pull on me

You got that pull on me

Say you want the real

Then you take it all

Tell me if this is a game

Tell me if you feel the same

I’m tired of circling

Tired of burning clean

If you stay, then stay

If you go, then go

But you call my name

And I already know

You got that pull on me

You got that pull on me

One look and I fold

One touch and I fall

You got that pull on me

You got that pull on me

Say you want the real

Then you take it all