“I’m getting speeding tickets. I’m acting just like a misfit. I’m letting my mail pile up to the ceiling. You’re making me irresponsible, ‘cause I just wanna be with you, act rambunctious and see what I do.”
We’ve run out of words, we’ve run out of time, we’ve run out of reasons really why we’re together, we both know it’s over baby, bottom line, it’s best we don’t even talk at all, don’t call me even if I should cross your mind, I don’t need to hear your voice on my messages, let’s just call it quits, it’s probably better..