11:18 AM
I'm sick of smiling
And so is my jaw
Can't you see my front is
crumbling down?
I'm sick of being someone I'm
not
Please get me out of this
slump
I'm sick of clapping
When I know I can do it
better for myself
I'm sick of waiting
Sick of all these words that
will never matter
I'll wire these nerves
together
Hoping for a chance to think
on time
And I'm tracing over your
letter
To see if your intentions are
as good as mine
But you're getting worse
I swear it
It's hard to prove you're an
understatement
You're getting worse and I
know
That you'll be calling,
calling, calling me again
I'm done with everything
That had to do with you
Don't worry your pictures are
already burned
I'm done with new friends
Don't sell yourself short
You'll lose it in the end
I'll wire these nerves
together
Hoping for a chance to think
on time
And I'm tracing over your
letter
To see if your intentions are
as good as mine
But you're getting worse
I swear it
It's hard to prove you're an
understatement
You're getting worse and I
know
That you'll be calling,
calling, calling me again
I can't help how I feel
No I can't help how I feel
But you're getting worse
I swear it
It's hard to prove you're an
understatement
You're getting worse and I
know
You'll be calling, calling,
calling me again
Calling me again
Calling me again
But you're getting worse
I swear it
It's hard to prove you're an
understatement
You're getting worse and I
know
You'll be calling, calling,
calling me again
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