The phone and I are tired
But I'm dying to speak
And it's simple charge in life
Is just to drain and repeat
To rest inside some cradle
And be rocked back to sleep
And I'll wake you when I fear
We have the energy
But an empty cell in this prison
And I'm left here to be
To try to and paint myself a picture
When I need some relief
A strong assertion of the truth
Would be a welcome retreat
From the front line of a verse
Or chorus this week
And so I wrote another note
Whispered words not meant for telephones
You call me on my birthday
When my friends have all gone
If you ask me how its been
I'd say its been to long
But somewhere after twelve
I realize it wont come
And the words will fall around you
Like you're some kind of sun
I know I'm supposed to pretent tonight
I care how it feels
And how you felt when you're with him
And how you thought it was real
Last call for me was torture
I should have quit while ahead
But the bars are never ending
There's nothing in your voice to suggest we're still friends
And so I wrote another note
And whispered words not meant for telephones
Oh baby don't you know I've been missing you?
And it's been too long, too, too long for me to say I love you
But I do
But I just cant bring myself to say it again
Why don't you pick up a piece of paper
And a pen, or a pencil, or crayon
Or whatever you got near you girl
And let me know you care
Cause I'm sick and tired of telling you
Cause I'm sick and tired of talking
But there's more to it than just you and me
There's more to it
But all that other stuff you're never ever gonna see
This is where I leave you my friend
This is where I leave you
Cause I am tired of screwing around
And so I wrote...
