20 rings and I pick up the phone
talking as if I were not sitting there alone
you lecture me on the importance of staying friends
in an attempt to convince me that not everything ends
telling me how much you miss me
"Come on baby, come back home and kiss me"
hating me for driving this wedge between us
and sending our love off on the short bus
20 minutes and your words all blur into one
every hope I've had thus far comes undone
sorry baby, I think you're fading away
maybe you can send me a letter some day

break the line, it all goes dead

20 lifetimes and I think I'm finally through
It's been forever but I think I'm over you
besides missing the dents of anger in my walls
and the countless 4am telephone calls
yeah, maybe she makes me clench my fists
and calling her names is still impossible to resist
but she and her paper wings amount to nothing now
just another bead of sweat on your brow
because I know there's gonna be blood on the floor
when you tell her that you don't like girls anymore.