Waiting All Night

I'm lying here wishing that you'd call. It's 12 in the morning and here I am, Still looking at the wall. The next day is the same, And the next and the next. But I seem to not realizle... You'll never ever call. Why is it that even though the phone won't ring, I just sit and stare, Thinking it's not fair. I've got better things to do than sit here and wait. If you're going to call, Make it a promise you can keep. I guess you're just not the one for me.