("I was never going to talk about this publicly") All these things they feel the same I wish I didn't have a job All these things they feel mundane And I've been losing sleep I've been losing sleep over you I wish that you would knock on my door I wish that you could stay until 4 in the morning I wish that you would give me a call I hoped that I could sleep on your floor 'til the morning comes All these things they feel blasé I wish I didn't have a job All these things they feel the same And I've been swiping right I've been swiping right in search of you I wish that I could knock on your door I wish that you would give me a call in the morning Wish that you would knock on my door I hoped that I could sleep on your floor 'til the morning I wish that I could give you a call I wish that we could talk until 4 in the morning I hoped that you would stop by my door I hoped that I could sleep on your floor 'til the morning I wish that I could give you a call I wish that we could talk until 4 in the morning I hoped that you would stop by my door I hoped that I could sleep on your floor 'til the morning comes