By Hinder.
It’s so many girls’ favorite song. A direct reflection of just how pitiful my gender can be.
Let’s take this song out of its’ melodic context and apply it to real life.
Honey why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now.
Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud
He’s inconvenienced by your hormonal breakdown because he just got done having sex with his girlfriend who isn’t on that time of month. However, he’ll hear you whimper for a few seconds so that he’s still on your A-list when it’s her turn.
Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
Regardless of whether or not he’s on your A-list, you are still on his B-list. He felt comfortable with you. Called you names like “baby” and “sweetie.” You always made him a ham sandwich after doing the deed. And you got drunk at a hole-in-the-wall bar on Tuesdays. Of course he’s going to miss you when he hears your voice. But then after he hangs up the phone, he’s ready for round two with his girl.
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
He loves his girlfriend, but you have bigger boobs.
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And, yes, I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue
Oh can it, sweetheart. You know you don’t have a man right now… And if you do, he doesn’t care. You’re feeding his ego and giving him an erection.
Desperation is pitiful.