scared to death of the telephone
cringe at the thought of ever being alone
ive got quite a lack of vertabre
to say the words that i know i have to say
im burned out on your digital voice
i wish i didnt have to make this choice
sometimes i wish i could fade away with you
just me and you in a padded room
were we doomed right from h*llo?
if its all my fault i guess ill never know
where did all the good times go?
if its all your fault i guess well never know
i didnt want it this way
when will the timing be just right?
i know im running away
im scared of being right
…i hope you catch me soon