you switch me on and off again and my face is turning red,
i'm getting fearful of my fuse wearing you thin,
and echoes from words unheard will you ever hear me first?
listen to the dial tone instead of over zealous outbursts ...
you're spinning round and round your non-stop carousel,
never stepping off this ride when my horse seems to fail,
no matter how fast we go this gap will never close,
i'm stuck in this loop i'm chasing you through all my highs and lows ...
try not to keep a good eye on you but it's so easy to overlook,
all my worn out intentions and the criticism they took,
for being an easy target and i'm desperate for a drink,
i'm forced to shallow this ride home, gives me time to think ...
and I'll just ...
break down when I want to be so cross,
prove to me you ain't worth all you cost,
before i pull my last straw a moment at last,
stand in line, buy a ticket, like I got a chance ...
i need something just to hold on to ...
