Prom Night

I was getting pretty used to falling asleep on the phone

Suits and ties just aren't my fashion but I would dress however you choose

And the flowers I got you are withering by the window

Cause you never came and I don't think I'll ever know

How we could share our secrets even the deepest laughing and crying

Late at night over the phone

But now I'm back to sleeping alone

Cause I'm alone on prom night

On my own and it doesn't feel right

Dancing to the Radio