Texty: Busted. Present For Everyone. 3 am.

I don't give a damn about you, no nothing can change my mind
No way, I'm happy just to let you walk away
Don't think about you at night, I'm happy to be alone
It's okay, but that was yesterday and now I'm

Driving in my car, words don't get me far
When they don't mean shit, ooh

I'm calling you at 3 a.m. and I'm standing here right outside your door
And I don't think that my heart can take much more
I'm scared of cracking up again I just want it to be like it was before
'Cos I don't think that my heart can take much more

I don't give a damn what you do
I'm gonna get with you again
And that's the way this night is gonna end
You said you need some time

How long does it take to see
That we are more than meant to be
And now you're driving in your car
But you won't get far 'cos your car is shit, ooh

I'm calling you at 3 a.m. and I'm standing here right outside your door
And I don't think that my heart can take much more
I'm scared of cracking up again I just want it to be like it was before
'Cos I don't think that my heart can take much more

Can take much more
Can take much more
Can take much more

Driving in my car, words don't get me far
When they tell me, ooh
(Shh)

I'm calling you at 3 a.m. and I'm standing here right outside your door
And I don't think that my heart can take much more
I'm scared of cracking up again I just want it to be like it was before
'Cos I don't think that my heart can take much more