Maybe you're just passin' throughand maybe all get sick 
of you
but baby, make sure that you do
maybe the sky will show me blue
and i'll fade away like i seem to do
but it don't mean i don't wanna love you
so call me sad, scared of alone

just call me on the telephone
spoon
if you drop the ball before you bat
i'm gonna keep movin' on
you know i'm used to that
but i'm gonna write you like you do right next to me
no, i won't write you like you're used to baby
no, i won't get used to you lovin' me