Cellphone Song

The phone and I are tired

But I'm dying to speak

And it's simple charge in life

Is just to drain and repeat

To rest inside some cradle

And be rocked back to sleep

And I'll wake you when I fear

We have the energy

But an empty cell in this prison

And I'm left here to be

To try to and paint myself a picture

When I need some relief

A strong assertion of the truth

Would be a welcome retreat

From the front line of a verse

Or chorus this week

And so I wrote another note

Whispered words not meant for telephones

You call me on my birthday

When my friends have all gone

If you ask me how its been

I'd say its been to long

But somewhere after twelve

I realize it wont come

And the words will fall around you

Like you're some kind of sun

I know I'm supposed to pretent tonight

I care how it feels

And how you felt when you're with him

And how you thought it was real

Last call for me was torture

I should have quit while ahead

But the bars are never ending

There's nothing in your voice to suggest we're still friends

And so I wrote another note

And whispered words not meant for telephones

Oh baby don't you know I've been missing you?

And it's been too long, too, too long for me to say I love you

But I do

But I just cant bring myself to say it again

Why don't you pick up a piece of paper

And a pen, or a pencil, or crayon

Or whatever you got near you girl

And let me know you care

Cause I'm sick and tired of telling you

Cause I'm sick and tired of talking

But there's more to it than just you and me

There's more to it

But all that other stuff you're never ever gonna see

This is where I leave you my friend

This is where I leave you

Cause I am tired of screwing around

And so I wrote...