maybe you're just passing through and maybe ill get sick 
of youbut baby make sure that you do
maybe the sky will show me blue
and ill fade away like I seem to do
but it don't mean I don't wanna love you
so call me aside, scared of alone

Just call me on the telephone
I know you're gonna fix me up with your silver talking 
spoon
if you drop the ball before you bat im gonna keep moving 
on
you know im used to that
but im gonna write you like you do right next to me
no I wont write you like you're used to
no I wont get used to you loving me