Charades

You can't keep your hands to yourself When you're bored you pull me Off the shelf I'm so done playing charades I wish I never knew your name "The snow's caving at my door It makes me reflect on you" You sang those things so sweet I can't forget the things you did to me You pulled me in so tight Then ripped me apart And moved on with your life You can't keep your hands to yourself When you're bored you pull me Off the shelf I'm so done playing charades I wish I never knew your name Twisted lines and mixed-up signs These signals are worse than Rush hour times You want me today You won't the next Make up your mind I'm done with this I'll be runnin' from Your stone-cold heart Never going down Wilshire Blvd I'll be runnin' from Your stone-cold heart Never going down Wilshire Blvd