Staying home alone on a friday,flat on the floor looking back,on old love or lack thereof,after all the crushes are faded,and all my wishful thinking was wrong,I'm jaded,I hate it.I'm tired of being alone,so hurry up and get here,so tired of being alone,so hurry up and get here.Searching all my days just to find you,I'm not sure who i'm looking for,I'll know it when I see you,until then I'll hide in my bedroom,staying up all night just to write a love song for no one.I'm tired of being alone,so hurry up and get here,so tired of being alone,so hurry up and get here.I could have met you in a sandbox,I could have passed you on the sidewalk,could I have missed my chance,and watched you walk away?.So hurry up and get here,you'll be so good,you'll be so good for me.