The mirror's image tells me it's home time But I'm not finished 'cause you're not by my side And as I arrived I thought I saw you leaving, carrying your shoes Decided that once again I was just dreaming of bumping into you Now it's three in the morning And I'm trying to change your mind Left you multiple missed calls And to my message, you reply Why'd you only call me when you're high? High, why'd you only call me when you're high? Somewhere darker, talking the same shite I need a partner (high), well, are you out tonight? It's harder and harder to get you to listen, more I get through the gears Incapable of making alright decisons and having bad ideas