I'm done with fake conversations in L.A. dives
I'm done with blackouts and regrets and bloodshot eyes
I'm done with waiting to feel high
I'm done with living inside of a swimming pool
I'm done with making then breaking my every rule
I'm sick of treating myself so cruel

Poured out the last beer
And I said goodbye
You can call me, "2 AM babe"
I'm good to drive
Poured out the last beer
Yeah, I'm here all night
You can call me, "2 AM babe"
I'm good to drive

I'm done with fast talk and cool guys and cigarettes
I'm done with overreacting to stupid shit
I'm sick of saying the word yes
I want you to know you can count on me
Eight, nine, ten, one, two, three
I wanna carry you
And I want you to carry me

Poured out the last beer
And I said goodbye
You can call me, "2 AM babe"
I'm good to drive
Poured out the last beer
Yeah, I'm here all night
You can call me, "2 AM babe"
I'm good to drive

Copyright: EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Writer(s): Kristine Flaherty