"I'm trying not to think of you and ways we used to beBut, I've been flashing in on your jawline
And to tell you the truth I'd like to kick you out of me
But, I'm stuck here waiting for the shoe to drop
Waiting for the phone to ring, for someone to need me again
Stuck here waiting for the paint to dry
Waiting for the life of my life to come on and need me again"
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