Well it's getting colder and you're getting distant
and I just keep thinkin
that I never meant it to be like this (to be like this)
You know what comes next (so do I)
You’re begging for a way to gracefully bow out
and say goodnight
It's worse than you think
On your way home, you should have known
you never listen to me
I’m only complaining to keep myself busy, sweetie
I’m only complaining to keep myself busy, sweetie
I can’t say I blame you
but I wish that I could
I’m sick of writing every song about you
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
Email these lyrics to a friend