ain’t it just like one of us to pick up the phone and call after a couple of drinks, and say: "how you been? i been wonderin’ that maybe you’ve been thinkin’ ’bout me." and somewhere in the conversation, an old familiar invitation always arrives, an’ i may hate myself in the morning, but i’m gonna love you tonight. everyone’s known someone that they just can’t help but want; and even though we just can’t make it work out, well the want-to lingers on. so once again we wind up in each other’s arms, pretending that it’s right, an’ i may hate myself in the morning, but i’m gonna love you tonight. i know it’s wrong, but it ain’t easy moving on. so why can’t two friends remember the good times once again? tomorrow when i wake up, i’ll be feeling a little guilty, an’ a little sad, thinkin’ how it used to be before everything went bad. an’ i guess that’s what it is, in lonely late night calls like this, that we try to find; an’ i may hate myself in th编辑于2010/05/27更新