Telephone wires dripping
from heavy sound
I'm alone again
but I think that is how I like it
And someone's radio voice
keeps ringing in my head tonight
This strange regression,
I collapse into my bed at night
In maps and photographs,
I have something to hold onto
I don't want to talk to you now
So I'll never leave my bedroom
Cause it hurts to remember
the weekends that we spent before
But now I am jaded
and these memories can't hurt me
anymore
Countless Sundays drag
past your house,
windows down, stereo loud
Hoping you'll see me, hear me,
I'm a stalker, but I am not proud
Cause it's easier for me to languish
than to open up my mouth
I won't tell you how I feel,
so my stillness weirds you out
Streets I used to recognize
look more like roadmaps when I go
I'm too tired to run into somebody
I used to know
Maybe I'll see you later
if I ever change my mind
But you won't call and I won't an swer,
it's what happens every time
An d I feel different now,
more different than I ever
felt back then
But I still paralyze myself,
so I guess high school never ends
So for now, I'll just lay here
and never open my eyes
This strange regression,
I collapse into my bed at night