Wait Up

Written by：Adam Anderson/Theo Hutchcraft/David Sneddon

It's four in the morning

We pass by your apartment

There's a candle in the window

It's happened again

I don't know where it ends

But it always leaves me hollow

The driver asks me which way to go

And I'm staring at my phone

In this taxi cab

So if you want me

Then I'm sorry

I'm coming home

So wait up for me

Cos I feel shameful

And so unholy

Unlock the door

And wait up for me

Wait up for me

I pull up on your street

Stinking of whisky

And wipe the lipstick from my collar

The more I cheat the more I lie

The more it eats me all up inside

And I wonder why I bother

I've still got your perfume on my coat

And I'm staring at my phone

In this taxi cab

So if you want me

Then I'm sorry

I'm coming home

So wait up for me

Cos I feel shameful

And so unholy

Unlock the door

And wait up for me

Wait up for me

Wait up for me

Wait up for me

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

So if you want me

Then I'm sorry

I'm coming home

So wait up for me

Cos I feel shameful

And so unholy

Unlock the door

And wait up for me

Wait up for me