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