I'm sorry i'm here It's late but i'm cold and i can't get my car on the road I feel at home here It's 10pm and i'm bored of reading communist blogs on my phone But there is a finite amount of me And this is such a fine night I love it when you come over to my house Phone broke so then i go home In my sleep i was touched by the ghost of josh groban First hand account, my first band These cursed boy's thoughts, will my conservative friends understand How cold the winter evenings are now How warm the conversations And i can hear you breathing when i listen close But we should stop right now Cause we can do it when you come over to my house