The Worst Time - Oh, Weatherly

You always call at the wrong time

In the late nights I will break

And you’re fine

You always call at the wrong time

When the time won’t change for you

Will you give me a chance to prove

That I can finally understand and be the person you think I am

Stop telling me that we gave it everything we had

You’re sick of your life without me

I’m sick of the thought of you leaving

You always call at the wrong time

In the late nights I will break and you’re fine

You take me out of my right mind to the wayside where I’ll stay

You always call me at the worst time

When the silence takes the room

And the colors change to black and blue

I know you won’t believe

That I could ever be the person you think I am

Stop telling me that we gave it everything we had

You’re sick of your life without me

I’m sick of the thought of you leaving

You always call at the wrong time

In the late nights I will break and you’re fine

You take me out of my right mind

To the wayside where I’ll stay

You always call me at the worst time