And it all comes back to you.
And it all comes back to you.
I join the queue on your answerphone,
and all I am is holding breath.
Just pick up.
I know you're there.
Can't you hear I'm not myself?
Well go ahead and lie to me.
You could say anything;
small talk will be just fine.
Your voice is everything.
We owe it to love,
and it all depends on you.
So listen up.
This sun hasn't set.
I refuse to believe
that it's only me feeling...
Just hear me out.
I'm not over you yet.
It's love on the line,
can you handle it?
So how do I do normal?
A smile I fake;
a permanant wave of cue-cards
and fix-it kits.
Can't you tell I'm not myself?
I'm a slow motion accident
lost in coffee rings and fingerprints.
I don't want to feel anything,
but I do.
And it all comes back to you.
Hear me out.
This time you gotta listen to me--yeah.
So listen up.
Look at me straight.
Just hear me out.
Don't make me wait.
I'm not myself.
I can't take this.
Love's on the line,
is that your final answer?
I don't know why everyone needs time away from me. Here lately it seems like everyone needs their space, like I'm invading it or something. It's not; It's not my fault. Get yourself together before you come to me. They all claim it's something to do with them and not me. I think the line is in some kind of How To Break Hearts handbook.
I think I need to be a nun.
Or a hermit.
Am I overreacting? I don't feel like I am. I'm really hurt by this.