Crickets

I took all my time
Strained on my back
Used up a summer’s level of emotion and conscience you lack
On anything other than all of the things I knew I’d never have
I mean to be kind but really I’m rude
Assuming a one-sided number on you
I know nothing of but somewhat revere
For reasons I fail to see that are here
Try but I try to get you out of my mind
But you keep coming back at inconvenient times
When I’m all alone in my life feeling sorry for myself
Go to hell
Or at least somewhere far but close enough that I can see your face
You know I miss you every day
Called you once or twice
You put me on hold
There was no wait music so I hung up the phone
And saw you day next and didn’t say jack shit about how your notable features
were primed in my mind
Try but I try to get you out of my mind
But you keep coming back at inconvenient times
When I’m all alone in my life feeling sorry for myself
Go to hell
Or at least somewhere far but close enough that I can see your face
You know I miss you every day
Well didn’t I notice that you would have eyes?
Didn’t you notice that I might?
Try but I try to get you out of my mind
You keep coming back at inconvenient times
Like when I’m all alone in my feeling sorry for myself
Go to hell
Or at least somewhere far but close enough that I can see your face
You know I miss you every day