Sometimes i pray for rain
To come and wash away
What little left remains
So I don't have to say
What we already know
There’s nothing left show
For the part of me i lost
The identity it
Cost too much for me to
Run from us
It’s your turn to fuck it up
It’s your turn to hang it up first
So I’m staying on the phone
Waiting for the dial tone
Too little far too late
Didn’t have to end this way
Now we cannot be saved and
I am not the same
When did pleasure turn to pain?
Does it matter who’s to blame?
My heart was yours to cross
It’s too bad you did it
Cost too much for me to
Run from us
It’s your turn to fuck it up
It’s your turn to hang it up first
So I’m staying on the phone
Waiting for the dial tone
I’m fine no desire to work it out
Time for you step it up, and let me down
I need you to mess it up so I don’t have to
Please just say something
It cost too much for me to
Run from us
It’s your turn to fuck it up
It’s your turn to hang it up first
So I’m staying on the phone
Waiting for the dial tone
It cost too much for me to
Run from us
It’s your turn to fuck it up
It’s your turn to hang it up first
So I’m staying on the phone
Waiting for the dial tone
I’d stay up all night
Waiting for the dial tone
I’d spend my whole life
Waiting for the dial tone