You used to be one half asleep and smiling, warm welcoming me into  
Now it's just “Rob, you don't belong in my room” 
We don't do this anymore 
  
I'll be on my way home 
This side of the music is killing me faster 
I'll likely end up at your door 
Wishing I could still race up the stairs into your bed on a Sunday morning 

Take the time to make impressions 
Story trade and brag to girlfriends 
We were not to take for granted 
Just given advantage 
This car made me 
You're only honest when you're naked 
Truth is, I'm too cool for this 
And that's exactly what's turning you on 
  
Missing my fake friends 
I want to need to make the scene 
My stomach turns 
She's late to bleed 
Where'd you go old school good girl? 
You've been seeking someone to use on a Sunday morning 
Exactly what's turning you on? 
  
After with you is so better than during 
My heart can't explode 
How else would you know me? 
I don't want any more drugs 
I just want to play music 
See what you've done