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I’m sick of smiling
And so is my jaw
Can you see my front is crumbling down
I’m sick of being someone I’m not
Please get me up of this slump

I’m sick of clapping
When I know I can do it better for myself
I’m sick of waiting
Sick of all these words that will never matter
I wired these nerves together
Hoping for a chance to think on time
And I’m tracing over your letter
To see if your intentions are as good as mine

But you’re getting worse
I swear it
It’s hard to prove you’re an understatement
You’re getting worse
And I know
You’ll be calling, calling, calling me again

I’m done with everything
The had to do with you
Don’t worry your pictures are already burned
I’m done with new friends
Don’t sell your friend short
You’ll lose it in the end

I wired these nerves together
Hoping for a chance to think on time
And I’m tracing over your letter
To see if your intentions are as good as mine

But you’re getting worse
I swear it
It’s hard to prove you’re an understatement
You’re getting worse
And I know
You’ll be calling, calling, calling me again
Go

I can’t help how I feel
Now I can’t help how I feel

But you’re getting worse
I swear it
It’s hard to prove you’re an understatement
You’re getting worse
And I know
You’ll be calling, calling, calling me again..
Calling me again..
Calling me again…

But you’re getting worse
I swear it
It’s hard to prove you’re an understatement
You’re getting worse
And I know
You’ll be calling, calling, calling me again