- Hello?

- Hello, Becky? This is... This is Scott

- Hello, Scott

- Hello, Becky

- Scotty, are you still there?

- Yeah, yeah!

- Well, why don't you ask me something?

- Becky, what does... What does a girl look for in a guy?

- Well, that's hard to say, Scott, it depends on the girl

- But what do you like? Do you like somebody to treat you rotten, like Joe?

- You don't like him very much, do you?

- What do I know? He's the success, not me. Maybe it's something I should try. Ok, let's say... I came home from work to your house, and I sat in front of the TV and I had something cold to drink, and I turn on the game. Ok, you say something to me

- How's the game?

- Don't bother me when I'm watching the game! Can't you let me have five minutes of peace? Kind of sounded just like Joe, huh...

- I don't like it

- Well, that's what Joe does to you

- Is it?

- Yeah! You would never do a dumb thing like marry him, would you? I mean, you're not serious about him?

- I don't know...

It's been a long year

Shit's been rough since you disappeared

Plastered on your smile

Felt something for the first time in a while

It's been a long year

I'd listen to myself but I'd mishear

And in bed I'll lay awake

Regretting all the dreams you made

Jesus wants us to be alike

And I could

But then I'd move backwards!

Lifted up and slowly down

Raised me and drew a heart on me

Jesus wants us to be alike

And I could

Take wishing away

A fake dismay I think concave

Listen to myself

Once in a while

Shake me, maybe kiss me

But there's little time left for we

Almost felt we'd make it

To the aisle

Broke me

Feeling little sorries and the burden of old love

Shake me

The last "I love you"s and the end of being alike

Broke me

Feeling little sorries and the burden of old love

Shake me

The last "I love you"s and the end of being alike