I usually avoid any kind of confrontation, conversation, in moderation   Lips sealed but my fingers are flying   And hours the hours pass, they grow more impatient   My phone is magnetic, especially when I'm sauced up      And I admit that I'm ashamed   But there's Melissa, Theresa and Emily what a toss up   But that's the best part of the game      And I'm really an anonymous, aspiring alcoholic   Drowning the days pain in hops, barley and grain   Thinking of ways to convince one to join me   In the company of low-lives, sort doing the same      So I start texting, I keep texting, I can't stop, it's my obsession   It's like fish and my words are like lures   If they bought the bait cool, if not call it a night      We can't, more like we should have and I know   And I try, to be a good boy but it's hard   I start texting, I keep texting, I can't stop, it's my obsession      Now ask yourself this, is love a tender thing   Too rough, too rude, too boisterous?   Well, I'll tell you what man   I had it once it was fun but not enough      'Tis torture and not mercy   Heaven is where my phone lives   In my pocket, so cozy oh what a joy replies give      Well, Melissa's babysitting and Theresa's working late   Emily's on her way to East 11th on the train   And that's when I remember Patty from West Philly   She said, I'm in your area, three minutes away      So I stop texting, no more texting, yeah, right, it's my obsession   It's like fish and my words are like lures   If they bought the bait cool, if not call it a night      We can't, more like we should have and I know   And I try, to be a good boy but it's hard   We can't, more like we should have and I know   And I try, to be a good boy but it's hard   I start texting, I keep texting, I can't stop, it's my obsession      I know you think I'm reckless, move so fast, slow down   I think I love him, so I told him but in a text message   He wrote back , me too, I was just sitting here, thinkin' 'bout you"      I know I want to but I can't and I shouldn't   Try to put my phone down, damn, but I couldn't   Stayed on the phone with him all night long   Text message when I'm gone      We can't, more like we should have and I know   And I try, to be a good boy but it's hard   We can't, more like we should have and I know   And I try, to be a good boy but it's hard