| Darling, I just left the bar |
| And I’ve misplaced all my credit cards |
| My self preservation and all of my reservations |
| Are sitting and contemplatin' what to do with me, do with me |
| Think I took it way too far |
| And I’m stumbling drunk, getting in a car |
| My insecurities are hurting me |
| Someone, please come and flirt with me |
| I really need a mirror that’ll come along and tell me that I’m fine |
| I do it every time |
| I keep on hanging on the line |
| Ignoring every warning sign |
| Come on and make me feel alright again |
| 'Cause it’s 3 a.m. |
| And I’m calling everybody that I know |
| And here we go again |
| While I’m running through the numbers in my phone |
| And yeah I’ll take fake moans and dial tones |
| Let 'em spill right down the microphone |
| I need it digital |
| 'Cause, baby, when it’s physical |
| I end up alone, end up alone |
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
| I need it digital |
| 'Cause, baby, when it’s physical |
| I end up alone, end up alone |
| Every night I wanna live in color through a white-blue screen |
| I got a technicolor vision going vivid in my white-blue jeans |
| I know it’s complicated 'cause everyone that I’ve dated |
| Says they hate it 'cause they don’t know what to do with me, do with me |
| Know that my identity’s always gettin' the best of me |
| I’m the worst of my enemies and I don’t really know what to do with me |
| Yeah, I don’t really know what to do with me |
| I keep on hangin' on the line |
| Ignoring every warning sign |
| Come on and make me feel alright again |
| 'Cause it’s 3 a.m. |
| And I’m callling everybody that I know |
| And here we go again |
| While I’m running through the numbers in my phone |
| And yeah I’ll take fake moans and dial tones |
| Let 'em spill right down the microphone |
| I need it digital |
| 'Cause, baby, when it’s physical |
| I end up alone, end up alone |
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
| I need it digital |
| 'Cause, baby, when it’s physical |
| I end up alone, end up alone |
| I’m reckless, treated like a necklace |
| Take a different version and I try it on for size |
| With everybody that I know |
| And will you please pick up the fucking phone? |
| 'Cause it’s 3 a. m |
| And I’m callling everybody that I know |
| And here we go again |
| While I’m running through the numbers in my phone |
| And yeah I’ll take fake moans and dial tones |
| Let 'em spill right down the microphone |
| I need it digital |
| 'Cause baby when it’s physical |
| I end up alone, end up alone |
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
| I need it digital |
| 'Cause baby when it’s physical |
| I end up alone |
| (Your… your best song) |
| (Is a song a song that’s currently on the radio) |
| (How many people can say that?) |
| (That their best song is the one that’s currently about to be a massive hit?) |
| (It's already a hit) |
| (It's just gonna get more massive) |
| (How many people can say it?) |
| (Not very many) |
| (Congratulations!) |