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?