It`s the way she...
sings to me on the phone.
Even though she is ignoring me...
I don`t care, I really never cared at all.
If that`s her way of torturing me,
let me sit in this dungeon for 10 lifetimes.
It`s the way she`s a knock out blow in the first round.
And when I wake up from this daze,
I`ll still look for her hand to lift me to my feet.
So, “Hey could you help me out here?”
I`m just looking for another moment in time with you.
“And Mel...if you have better things to do...
I can accept that”.
Don`t you always have better things to do?
But when I make a promise I can`t keep,
don`t hold it against me.
Show me where your heart is.
Show me it`s OK to put myself out on the line.
A simple conversation could save you a lot of time.
But it`s just a matter of minutes to see who prevails.
How could I ever get any words out of you?
It`s so fuckin` hard.
“Am I really that bad?”...
or has this story been played out way too long?