No-one's picking up the phone
And this little masochist
That I thought that she could never feel and...
Thought we both could use a friend to run to
Sometimes I breathe you in
And sometimes you take a swim
Found your writing on my wall
If my heart's soaking wet
Boy, your boots can leave a mess
Nothing's been the same to
Thought we both could use a friend to run to
No-one's picking up the phone
Guess it's clear he's gone
And this little masochist
Guess I thought I could never feel
Thought we both could use a friend to run to
I thought I wouldn't have to keep with you
I know where the cupboards are
I know where the car is parked