You left a letter at my front door

Saying, darling, why don't you pick up the phone no more?

Oh, and you're begging me at my feet

Please, give me one good reason why I should pick up at all

Oh, honey, isn't it a shame now?

You're pointing fingers, who's to blame, now?

I'm so sick of it

Every word out of your mouth

Is something I could live without

You think you know how to break me down

Every time I look away

You knock, knock, knock, just to say you want me back

Can't face the panic

I slam the door on Mr. Melodramatic

You left a bitter taste on my tongue

So I burned the words you wrote and knew that I was done

Oh, but you just couldn't let it go

So I said, please

Give me one good reason why I should pick up the phone

Oh, honey, isn't it shame now?

You're pointing fingers, who's to blame, now?

I’m so sick of it

Every word out of your mouth

Is something I could live without

You think you know how to break me down

Every time I look away

You knock, knock, knock, just to say you want me back

Can’t face the panic

I slam the door on Mr. Melodramatic

Mr. Melodramatic

Mr. Melodramatic