| Waiting By The Phone |
The time is getting slow - the day is done
The clock is brushing minutes off the wall
And fluorescent lights replaced the sun
I’m waiting by the phone for you to call
But you don’t seem to mind that I’m alone
You have your own life with friends and fun
Why should you care about me by the phone
Tryin’ to enjoy an old TV rerun?
Will you be calling tonight?
Will you be calling at all?
What will become of my pride
In case if you never call?
One day you treat me like a precious find
Benevolently sent to you by fate
You tell me how I’m always on your mind
You call me every night for two weeks straight
But then you act as if I don’t exist
And all you said before goes down the drain
I feel how I am slowly getting pissed
I feel like I could cause a lot of pain
So what is it gonna be?
Am I to think we are through?
I guess you got over me
Oh well, I’ll get over you
I realize that you are not to blame
I know you never promised anything
I don’t believe in playing blaming games
But I just want this fucking phone to ring
Uncertainty feels like a great abyss
My eyelids are developing a twitch
Do you enjoy tormenting me like this?
You insolent sadistic little bitch
You cry of loneliness
When love is just a phone call away
You're sad. Yet nonetheless
You'd rather cry but have it your way
All that you want, all that you want
All that you want I got
Take it or leave. However don't
Make me be what I'm not.
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