Make up by Popsicle Lyrics

Three A.M, I'm going home
Stumbling, staggering alone
Felt so tired all at once
Some sense something must be wrong

Wreck a glass and everything
Breathing cold, blue air again
Wish someone would call me back
Ask me in and let me stay

And then just hold me 'till I wake up
Hey hey, hey
And then I promise I will shape up
Hey hey, hey

There's no need to pity me
I'll rise higher than today
It's a temporary stage
There's just nothing you can say

But you can hold me 'till I wake up
Hey hey, hey
And then I promise I will shape up
Hey hey, hey
There won't be anything to make up
Hey hey, hey
Three A.M, I'm going home
Stumbling, staggering alone
Felt so tired all at once
Some sense something must be wrong

Why don't you hold me 'till I wake up?
Oh oh, oh
And then I promise I will shape up
Oh oh, oh
There won't be anything to make up
Oh oh, oh