hanging around 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

i'm asking can we not go through this all again

i'm tired of playing it cool

for everyone who's playing me

one last chance

is all that there is time for

do you see what you are doing to me

emptied all those photo albums now

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

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