It was the type of feeling that can't be explained
The way she moved her lips away, drove me insane
And now I'm left here in the wake of something more

She made it hard to leave as she stood by the door
In a V-neck T-shirt and nothing more
Than a single tear rolling down her cheek, whoa

Don't go away again
I wanna be more than a phone call at 4 a.m.
Seems like every time you come back home
It's just to steal my heart and leave

Don't go away again
I wanna be more than a story to tell your friends
Seems like every time you come back home
It's just to make me fall again

It's getting hard, I know, believe me I feel you
And I can't fall asleep knowing you're not home
Is it too much to ask, can't you just pick up the phone?

We've had our share of fights
I know it's not easy when I'm never home
I have my own dreams
Like you have your life planned out back home

Don't go away again
I wanna be more than a phone call at 4 a.m.
Seems like every time you come back home
It's just to steal my heart and leave

Don't go away again
I wanna be more than a story to tell your friends
Seems like every time you come back home
It's just to make me fall again

And time will always stand between us
And hold you so high
Just enough to watch you fade

Tonight you'll cry yourself to sleep
As I lay awake in some far off city
Pretend you're lying next to me
Eyes wide open, dreaming of you

Don't go away again
I wanna be more than a phone call at 4 a.m.
Seems like every time you come back home
It's just to steal my heart and leave

So don't go away again
I wanna be more than a phone call at 4 a.m.
Just seems like every time you come back home
It's just to steal my heart and leave, whoa, oh, oh

Don't go away again
I wanna be more than a story to tell your friends
Seems like every time you come back home
It's just to make me fall again

Just to make me fall again

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): DAVID RYAN STRAUCHMAN, JAMES FRANCIS DEEGHAN, JOSHUA RANDALL WITHENSHAW, MICHAEL JOSEPH GOVAERE