I hate this phone, all it does is serve to drive a wedge between you and I.
Sometimes just hanging up seems right, but I always hate to say goodbye.
And maybe I'm no good, but maybe just this time I hope I can get this right.
Sometimes when it seems that distance is the only thing that we share, I hope I can get this right.
My favorite songs are narrating the feelings I hate to have and I hate to sing along.
So I can keep reminding myself that those songs are meant for someone else.
And maybe I'm no good but maybe just this time I should know that I can get this right.
Off the street she just came in, wearing your same expensive shoes.
So I will imagine that I'm not here alone, but with you.
No, here I am, just me and tea and empty chairs.