Texting

And I think I’ll beat you to the chase
Before you say it to my face
You’re too fast, too slow
Your idea of love’s a little shallow
So I’ll disconnect the phone
And hope you get a clue

T-X-T-I-N-G
Less than 3’s

I might hold your hand
All through the halls
And pass you notes
Folded and small
But read the signs, baby
They’re all saying, that by tomorrow
I can guarantee you’ll hate me

Oh no, not today
Don’t come crying to me, I’ll just say
You’re too late, so bad
And I can tell right now you’re not that sad
And you need to move on
‘Cause I’m not your better half

T-X-T-I-N-G
Less than 3’s

I might hold your hand
All through the halls
And pass you notes
Folded and small
But read the signs, baby
They’re all saying, that by tomorrow
I can guarantee you’ll hate me

Guarantee you’ll hate me
Guarantee you’ll hate me
Guarantee you’ll hate me
Hate me!

I might hold your hand
All through the halls
And pass you notes
Folded and small
But read the signs, baby
They’re all saying, that by tomorrow
I can guarantee you’ll hate me

T-X-T-I-N-G
Less than 3’s

So I’ll disconnect the phone
And hope you get a clue