It's the way she...

sings to me on the phone. 

Even though she is ignoring me...



I don't care, I really never cared at all.



If that's her way of torturing me,

let me sit in this dungeon for 10 lifetimes.



It's the way she's a knock out blow in the first round.

And when I wake up from this daze, 

I'll still look for her hand to lift me to my feet.

So, “Hey could you help me out here?”

I'm just looking for another moment in time with you.



“And Mel...if you have better things to do...

I can accept that”. 

Don't you always have better things to do? 



But when I make a promise I can't keep,

don't hold it against me.

Show me where your heart is.

Show me it's OK to put myself out on the line.

A simple conversation could save you a lot of time. 

But it's just a matter of minutes to see who prevails.

How could I ever get any words out of you?

It's so fuckin' hard.

“Am I really that bad?”...

or has this story been played out way too long?