You'll try to trace this call in case I f**ed up this time
You say the smart ones do dumb things
I guess you know your own mind
Don't tell me you don't have time for games
You've nearly vanished in smoke
You've wasted every toxic breath since you grew up to be her ghost
I'm coming round to think you must believe some ancient law of haunts has nailed you down
Until your restles spirit's satisfied, you'll rattle chains and pace the prison grounds
I'm not coming back, for you or anything else
Some guys send flowers
Some guys buy rings
I'll send you safe deposit key `til you've put away your childish things
I'm guessing that you will find your way to the place and time the deed was done
When you finally see him with her eyes, I'm hoping that you'll have the strength to run
I'm not coming back, so you'll have to come here.