Staying out until dark
Throw yourself into work
Trying to drown all these feels
In numbers
Acting like you don't care
Even if is in there
Like your heart is played
By a drummer
And in the end
It's gonna sting
But feels so right
Do the wrong thing
A trace of chocolate on her lips
The gentle whisper when you kissed
It's like that secret cigarette
The taste of heavenly regrets
And you knew from day one
What comes after the fun
When you open the door
You're guilty
Shouldn't mess with the phone
Keep from the no-fly zone
But her voice always rings
So silky
And in the end
It's gonna sting
But feels so right
Do the wrong thing
There always time
A trace of chocolate on her lips
The gentle whisper when you kissed
It's like that secret cigarette
The taste of heavenly regrets
You can't forget her summer dress
The gentle touch of her caress
And the moment that phone ring
You know time is right for the wrong thing