I've pulled through it's finished it's over and done
Now I want to sit back don't wait for the phone
Like a fingertip on strings
You'd wail if I said these things
Have to lay awake guilty once you sleep
Or would you take me in your arms and weep?
I'm culpable for your scornful ways
And I can still taste better days
Now maybe it is for the best
But I've lost interest
I've pulled through it's finshed, it's over and done
Now I want to sit back don't wait for the phone
