Tuesday, June 23, 2009

*Cue Suspenseful Music*

I hope the suspense is killing you, Baby.

Because it's sure killing me
To see you walk into this party
All alone
But never fear
Because, come next year
I'll go off to school without you
Forgetting you, forgetting home
And I'll never have to look back on
The pain and suffering
Never have to think about the fact that the whole time,
To you I didn't mean a thing

And I wish I could say the same
That you didn't matter at all to me
But I've still got this crazy hope
That we could be,
Baby,
Next time you say the suspense is killing you
Try to mean it literally

And I'm not saying
That I'm bitter, or upset
My mouth is shut,
But by my glares I am implying it
I think I deserve some severance,
A pay back for all your lies
Don't worry though,
I'm not holding my breath waiting for you to apologize...

And I wish I could say the same
That you didn't matter at all to me
But I've still got this crazy hope
That we could be,
Baby,
Next time you say the suspense is killing you
Try to mean it literally

And I'm so sick of being known
As your old property
And I'm too tired to care
About what you meant to me
We're so over
As everyone can see
So now I'm going to leave
Now we'll both be happy

And I wish I could say the same
That you didn't matter at all to me
But I've still got this crazy hope
That we could be,
Baby,
Next time you say the suspense is killing you
Try to mean it literally

Try to mean it literally.

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