You message me when you're still awake From the other side of your bedroom wall You tell me something that made you laugh Then go quiet when somebody calls I know the mug you drink your coffee from The one with the chipped blue handle I know you hate talking on the phone But somehow we can talk for hours You send me photos from your kitchen Hair still wet, sleeves rolled up Nothing special, nothing staged And somehow that's enough I know better than to ask What happens after you put yours down There's a whole life waiting there And I'm not in it somehow I'm just the place you go When your whole world gets too loud The name you type when sleep won't come The one you never say at home You tell me things you don't tell him Or maybe that's just what I want to hear You're somebody else's man But you keep coming back to me I'm just the place you go And I wish that was enough Because when the weekend goes dead I miss someone I never got to love Friday night, your read receipt never comes My phone sits on the kitchen counter I try to watch a show, read a book But check it before the kettle whistles Saturday feels like a year Sunday's silence starts to grate I tell myself I'm over it Then Monday's text seals my fate And there you are, like no time passed A “Hey, how are you?” at half past nine You can't know what that message does Or maybe you do, and that's the line I could tell you that I hate this I could tell you to stay away But when you say, “Are you still there?” What am I supposed to say? I'm just the place you go When you don't want to be where you are The little corner of your life You keep behind the password You tell me things you don't tell him Or maybe that's just what I want to hear You're somebody else's man But you keep ending up here I'm just the place you go And I wish that was enough Because when the weekend goes dead I miss someone I never got to love I don't want you leaving him I don't want to be the reason You walk through that front door And have to say my name I'm just the place you go When your whole world gets too loud The name you type when sleep won't come The one you never say at home You tell me things you don't tell him I still don't know what they mean You're somebody else's man But you keep coming back to me I'm just the place you go And maybe that's all I'll ever be But when you say my name like that For one second, you're here with me Friday night and you disappear The weekend goes dead again Then Monday morning, there you are Like you've never been gone And I hate how happy I get When your name lights up my screen The weekend goes dead. _______________________ Original Lyrics by Mickey Wilder. © All rights reserved.
