Telephones

You hear me talking

But only on telephones

You should come see me

There’s so much my eyes can show

My loves not a walk in

You can’t just come and go

I know you’re not listening

but there’s something that you should know

I don’t think you’ve considered my time

And I don’t think my feelings are second in line

Why do you hold your cards close to your chest

My cards are on the table now there’s no cards left

I hear you talking but only on telephones

Never without somebody to talk you home

Sad to see that you can’t be on your own

And those around you they don’t know what I know

I don’t think you’ve considered my time

And I don’t think my feelings are second in line

Why do you hold your cards close to your chest

My cards are on the table now there’s no cards left

I won’t be missing out on anybody

I won’t be missing out on anybody

I won’t be missing out on anybody (no I)

I won’t be missing out on anybody (No I don’t I don’t, I don’t know what I want)

I won’t be missing out on anybody (no I)

I won’t be missing out on anybody (No I don’t I don’t, I don’t know what I want)

I don’t know what I want

I don’t know what I want

I don’t know what I want

I don’t know what I want

I don’t think you’ve considered my time

And I don’t think my feelings are second in line

Why do you hold your cards close to your chest

My cards are on the table now there’s no cards left