I dunno how many miles I'm away from you But I know the phone calls costs a lot Now I'm sitting in my room, kicking in the TV 'Cause I swallowed everything I got Yes, I took everything I got my hands on I guess, I was using a crutch But now d** and alcohol and available women Don't seem to interest me that much Now I feel that it's time that I called you I'll tell the boys to turn the radio off I can't stop thinking about you Hell, I must be getting soft Now I'm lying in my room holding on to my pillow
Wishing that it weren't so hard And I'd give anything in my miserable world Just to show you where I've been scarred By mishaps and by misfortune And others I can't remember their names I've had a gutful of being an a**hole I don't intend to be that way again Now I feel the need to hear you To have the sound of your voice get me off To sleep where I'll dream about you Girl, I must be getting soft Yeah, I must be getting soft