Caught Up
Lost my mind in the hallway
Cheap hotel in the middle of somewhere
The water is warm I let it run
Washed up
Like a piece of driftwood
These days nothing is simple
Could you come by my room tonight?
I'm in number eighteen, second floor
Come tell me that I was selfish, all along
Cause on nights like these
You know I could use a friend
I'm in number eighteen, please come in
Truth is
I made it hard to endure me
Plot twist like in the movies we used to watch
I turned my back on you I know
Alone
On this bed in a bathrobe
Calling you from the hotel telephone
If your still awake, come talk to me
I'm in number eighteen, second floor
Come tell me that I was selfish, all along
Cause on nights like these
You know I could use a friend
I'm in number eighteen, please come in