Time to call another girl in town. Time to take all of your pictures down. It's time to let them know, I'm still around. . Wish I had the words to say it right,.
It's not the pain I'm used to it. It's feeling like I'm already dead. I see from the ceiling a misty spirit. Rising from a place in my head. . And I never even get to go down.
Here she comes, oh just like an Angel. Seems like forever that she's been on my mind. But nothing has changed. She thinks I'm a waste of her time. . There she goes.