Alcohol Women And Misery

Scared to death of the telephone.
Cringe at the thought of ever being alone.
I’ve got quite a lack of vertebrae to say the words I know I have to say.
I’m burned out on your digital voice.
I wish I didn’t have to make this choice.
Sometimes I wish I could fade away with you.
Just me and you in a padded room.
Were we doomed right from the hello?
If it’s all my fault I guess I’ll never know.
Where did all the good times go?
If it’s all your fault I guess we’ll never know.
I didn’t want it this way.
When will the timing be just right?
I know I’m running away.
I’m scared of being right.
I hope you catch me soon…