hanging round the telephone for days
what is this high school
all over again
I stopped writing you these letters
hoped that everything would change
but everything and everyone's the same
I'm tired of playing the fool
can we not go through this all again
I'm tired of playing it cool
for everyone who's playing me
one last chance
it's all that there is time for
do you see what you're doing to me
one last chance
it's all that there is time for
do you see what you're doing to me
emptied all the photo albums out
there's no more fighting in me
and you've given up somehow
after banging down your back door
in hopes that you'd come out
there is nothing left for me to doubt
I'm tired of playing the fool
can we not go through this all again
I'm tired of playing it cool
for everyone who's playing me
one last chance
it's all that there is time for
do you see what you're doing to me
one last chance
it's all that there is time for
do you see what you're doing to me
