I'm sick of smiling

And so is my jaw

Can't you see my front is crumbling down?

I'm sick of being someone I'm not

Please get me out of this slump

I'm sick of clapping

When I know I can do it better for myself

I'm sick of waiting

Sick of all these words that will never matter

I'll wire these nerves together

Hoping for a chance to think on time

And I'm tracing over your letter

To see if your intentions are as good as mine

But you're getting worse

I swear it

It's hard to prove you're an understatement

You're getting worse and I know

That you'll be calling, calling, calling me again

I'm done with everything

That had to do with you

Don't worry your pictures are already burned

I'm done with new friends

Don't sell yourself short

You'll lose it in the end

I'll wire these nerves together

Hoping for a chance to think on time

And I'm tracing over your letter

To see if your intentions are as good as mine

But you're getting worse

I swear it

It's hard to prove you're an understatement

You're getting worse and I know

That you'll be calling, calling, calling me again

I can't help how I feel

No I can't help how I feel

But you're getting worse

I swear it

It's hard to prove you're an understatement

You're getting worse and I know

You'll be calling, calling, calling me again

Calling me again

Calling me again

But you're getting worse

I swear it

It's hard to prove you're an understatement

You're getting worse and I know

You'll be calling, calling, calling me again