Well, this is another night I'd rather forget..
And I'm talking to you like you'll care what I'll say...
I should have known better,
This is just getting worse...
So I trust you,
Fault you,
And push you away...
And how many times will it take you to admit
That I am still exactly like you?
And how many nights can I sleep by the phone,
Waiting on you to call me and say 'this is hopeless. '
You're so good at lying,
It could be your degree...
Then you could minor in messing with me...
I give you a thousand reasons why...
And you give me the excuse that it's not worth your time (good one...)