It's all been said before and I am tired of the arguing
It's all just like before,
We're both one ear and out the other side
And so it drips away like teenage tears through thick mascara
And leaves me wondering just why I bother trying anymore

I wait for you out in the cold like a teathered dog

Sometimes I wish they hadn't found my rope and I had made it
Instead I'm sitting here berated by your subtle questions
And like you said before
I should just "get over it"
But tell me what you feel has been accomplished when I feel I'm three feet tall?

You're waiting for a white Mercedes I'll never own

I wait for you to come around
To no avail.