Way Past Words

It’s Tuesday
And I’m sitting at my table
Thinking about the defintion of possibly
And it’s one thing
If you blushed and died inside
And said «here's my number, my address, and here are the keys»
But you just smiled
Walking away and looking back
Giving me a feeling that was so unsettling
So here I go so I can finally know
That you’ll be calling me tonight on my telephone
Baby I don’t really know
I don’t really know
I’m sick of this so here we go
I’m telling you no
I’m telling you that I don’t really want to know
Lies and lies that are misleading
I think it’s safe to say that you have gone way past words
A week down
Still no sign of you around
Did you have the nerve to go and stitch me up?
Now I know it’s rough
But I won’t go and call it luck
There’s got to be a reasoning for her to show up
Is this is a trick?
Or could possibly this be it?
I mean you tell me secrets and you call me every night
Saying things like «I wish that you were here,
Because your presence alone would make everything right»
Oh baby that’s a lie so no
I’m telling you that I don’t really want to know
Lies and lies that are misleading
I think it’s safe to say that you have gone
Yes you have gone
And out done yourself
I hope that you are happy
With the things that you have done to you and me
And you
Can say it was all me
But both of us know what you really were feeling
So no
I’m telling you that I don’t really want to know
Lies and lies that are misleading
I think it’s safe to say that you you you you you
I’m screaming no
I’m telling you that I don’t really want to know
Lies and lies that are misleading
I think it’s safe to say that you have gone
Yes you have gone
Yes you have gone