Benched Testo

I was up late waiting for your call
Waiting for your call, waiting for your call
That was blind faith trusting someone new
End up getting bruised
Broken from the fall
I got all dressed up just to be stood up
Just my luck but this time I really felt like shit
That's enough to make anybody melt down
I was up late waiting for your call
Waiting for your call, waiting for your call Watch the clock count seconds on the wall
Minutes turned to hours
Hours turned me sour
I was up late waiting for your call
Waiting for your call, waiting for your call
Every soul left checking on their phones
End up meeting ghosts
Empty and alone
Now I'm all worn down from the ghosts around
As I watch them fade in and out my life
And it's not like they didn't show me signs before
I was up latе waiting for your call
Waiting for your call, waiting for your call
That was blind faith trusting someone new
End up gеtting bruised
Broken from the fall
Nothing's there
Nothing's there at all
There's a ghost in the room