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 can 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 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 that I could not do

Remember how you pretended

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