i call you up on the telephone but your not at home and where were you and were you with him i'd like to know i'd like to know i'd like to know well maybe no a million miles it might as well be it always feel so damn much more than 383 i'm having trouble having faith with you in bed giving all of my hope to the pills to fix your head and where is your head girl is it screwed on tight i'd like to know well maybe no i could be droppin names like jen and the rest but i won't play that game it'll just make a mess and you think your bad and you think your so strong well i've got news for you your victory is sour and it's not so sweet it's stale and out of season and soon you will see cheaters never prosper but they always win the hearts of another and a notch on their post it's the hollowest feeling makes a husk of the host