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.