I am letting the telephone ring 
cause I don't want to know why 
I don't want to hear you explain 
I don't want to hear you cry 
I have written so much about you 
so much I thought I knew 
words like water used to flow 
now what could I possibly have to say? 
she is someone I don't even know 
and all the things that you've given to me 
I see now were simply reparations 
they were gifts of your guilt 
they were my preparation 
I know I should be mature 
keep my feet on the floor 
but for some reason, 
I just don't want them anymore 
I know this shouldn't be important 
compared to you and I 
but I can still hear my questions 
and I can still hear you 
I can still hear you 
lie 
now vicariously I have her in me 
I want to peel off my skin 
let the water wash in 
you always said that I was hiding 
that I was hiding from you 
but you are capable of things I could not do 
you are capable of things I could not do 
I remember how you pretended 
how you pretended to touch me 
I remember how I couldn't bring myself to believe 
I remember wondering, 
what was wrong 
what was wrong 
how could I be so naive 
how could I be so naive?