I'm sick of smiling
Can't you see my frown is dropped way down
And so is my jaw
I'm sick of being someone I'm not
Please get me out of this slump
I'm sick of clapping
When I know I can do it better for myself
I'm sick of waiting Sick of all these words that will never matter
I'll write these words together
Hoping for a chance to think on time
And I'm tracing over your letter
To see if your intentions are as good as mine But you're
Getting worse
I swear it
You're getting worse
It's hard to prove you're an understatement
Calling, calling me again
That you'll be calling
And I know
I'm dumped with everything That had the two of you
Don't worry your pictures are already burned
I'm dumped with new friends
Don't sell yourself short
I'll write these words together
You'll lose it in the end Hoping for a chance to think on time
And I'm tracing over your letter
To see if your intentions are as good as mine But you're
Getting worse
I swear it
You're getting worse
That you'll be calling
It's hard to prove you're an understatement
And I know
Calling, calling me again
I can't help how I feel No I can't help how I feel
But you're
Getting worse
I swear it
It's hard to prove you're an understatement
You're getting worse
And I know
Calling me again
That you'll be calling
Calling, calling me again Calling me again But you're
Getting worse
I swear it
It's hard to prove you're an understatement
You're getting worse
That you'll be calling
And I know
Calling, calling me again.
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