You called me again today
I started to cry
Was too scared to say it:
I love you and I want to die
Would that make a difference?
If I told you the truth?
Would that make it different?
Give me something to lose?
I try not to call you
'Cause that makes it worse
But somedays I don't know what else to do
Might as well hit where it hurts
Could you do me a favor?
Could you lie next time?
And tell me it's okay and I know
That you think that I'm doing fine
We'll never get back there
She took that away
That house isn't ours now
Or hers, anyway
I knew you the minute
I saw you upstairs on your own
However you spin it I'm here
And you're on the other side of the phone