It's all been said before and I am tired of the arguing It's all just like before We're both one ear and out the other side And so it drips away like teenage tears through thick mascara And leaves me wondering just why I bother trying anymore I wait for you out in the cold like a teathered dog Sometimes I wish they hadn't found my rope and I had made it Instead I'm sitting here berated by your subtle questions And like you said before I should just "get over it" But tell me what you feel has been accomplished when I feel I'm three feet tall? You're waiting for a white Mercedes I'll never own I wait for you to come around To no avail