Precious

Standing on a cliff called devotion And I keep on hoping that you'll push me on three Everything happens for a reason Or at least that's what I'm believing When you don't call me back When the clock strikes 12 And you're alone in your bed Do you whisper down the phone to me? Saying you're sorry it's late but we need to take a break But instead you just leave me hanging on I wasted precious time Searching perfect bodies online Trying, find the one that you would, love the most So I could become that thing for you I never became that thing for you Standing on the edge of denial I Think I'd like to stay here for a while Maybe is my bad luck that you so suddenly fell out of love Or maybe we're just too young for this When the clock strikes 12 I lie alone in my bed Dreaming of you calling me Saying you feel so alone without me on your phone As you dream of calling me I wasted precious time Searching perfect bodies online Trying, find the one that you would, love the most So I could become that thing for you I never became that thing for you