London calls me a stranger I'm burning on the back street Stuck here sitting in the backseat I'm blazing on the street What I do isn't up to you And if the city never sleeps Then that makes two Can't control what I'm into

Tell me how to feel about you now Oh, let me know Do I suffocate or let go? I can't call you a stranger But I can't call you I know you think that I erased you You may hate me but I can't hate you And I won't replace you Think I'm tired of getting over it

Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you At five in the morning, I would un-fuck you But some things you can't undo I wish I could un-kiss the room full of strangers So I could un-spite you, un-lose my temper But somethings you can't

And I know everybody goes through changes But that just means we're all the same All best friends start out as strangers So rest easy 'cause I'm your friend When you're down and you can't call upon your mama no more You can call, you can call on me When