Comedown

I've been sitting on the edge of a new town

And I hope you mean the best, but I can't phone right now

And maybe I'll give in on your first dial

There'll be persuasion in your voice, luring me out of exile

I been doing well since I said we were through

I had fled in hopes of avoiding you

'Cause though I learned the hard way, I always make the same mistakes

And when I left I know temptation grew

Ripe enough to fall off, forbidden fruit

And though I want it my way, I always make the same mistakes