I'm sick of smiling
And so is my jaw
Can't you see my front is crumbling down?
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 matterI wire these nerves 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
It's hard to prove you're an understatement
You're getting worse and I know
That you'll be calling, calling, calling me againI'm done with everything
That had to do with you
Don't worry your pictures are already burned
I'm done with new friends
Don't sell yourself short
You'll lose it in the endI'll wire these nerves 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
It's hard to prove you're an understatement
But you're getting worse and I know
That you'll be calling, calling, calling me againI can't help how I feel
No I can't help how I feelBut you're getting worse
I swear it
It's hard to prove you're an understatement
You're getting worse and I know
You'll be calling, calling, calling me againCalling me again
Calling me againBut you're getting worse
I swear it
It's hard to prove you're an understatement
You're getting worse and I know
You'll be calling, calling, calling me again
