Lindsay B - Blocking Your Number

Most of what I do these days involve avoiding the question
And breaking your trust
I go back and forth between dreaming of being with you
And hating your guts
And I meant what I said
Whatever that was
I'm so desperate for something I don't even want
I miss being in love
"Do you even think about me?"
And "I wish you were here"
Were texts I never sent
And never will
It'll be 3 years this summer
And I still look at you
With the same excitement and shame
That I did the day that I met you
You were so out of range
It's getting late
A lame excuse to call
Abandoning my faith
In a mall parking lot
It's only rage
Reuniting my fist with the wall
I can't think of anything worse than you
Finding out it was you all along
Your need to always be right fits so perfectly with me always being wrong
And my bad dreams are having bad dreams of their own
I can't see myself blocking your number
So I'm breaking my phone
It's getting late
A lame excuse to call
Abandoning my faith
In a mall parking lot
It's only rage
Reuniting my fist with the wall
It's just like I pictured it would be
Me falling down drunk in the street
Me lying down drunk in the arms of no one
Kissing concrete
I'll stop with the hoping
I won't believe
I take one last look in the mirror
Before I break it completely
It's just like I pictured it would be
Me falling down drunk in the street
Me lying down drunk in the arms of no one
Kissing concrete
I'll stop with the hoping
I won't believe
I take one last look in the mirror
Before I break it completely

Written by:
Lindsay Baffo

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