I am letting the telephone ring

cause I don't want to know why

I don't want to hear you explain

I don't want to hear you cry

I have written so much about you

so much I thought I knew

words like water used to flow

now what could I possibly have to say?

she is someone I don't even know

and all the things that you've given to me

I see now were simply reparations

they were gifts of your guilt

they were my preparation

I know I should be mature

keep my feet on the floor

but for some reason,

I just don't want them anymore

I know this shouldn't be important

compared to you and I

but I can still hear my questions

and I can still hear you

I can still hear you

lie

now vicariously I have her in me

I want to peel off my skin

let the water wash in

you always said that I was hiding

that I was hiding from you

but you are capable of things I could not do

you are capable of things I could not do

I remember how you pretended

how you pretended to touch me

I remember how I couldn't bring myself to believe

I remember wondering,

what was wrong

what was wrong

how could I be so naive

how could I be so naive?