Wait Up - Hurts

It’s four in the morning

We pass by your apartment

There’s a candle in the window

Is 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

'cause 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 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 want me then I’m sorry

I’m coming home so wait up for me

'cause I feel shameful and so unholy

Unlock the door and wait up for me

Wait up for me

Wait up for me baby

Wait up for me

Cos I’m coming home

I’m coming home

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