Heard about your trip.
I heard about your souvenirs.
I heard about the cool breeze
In the cool nights,
And the cool guys
That you spent them with.
Well I guess I should have
Heard of them from you.
I guess I should have
Heard of them from you.
Don't you see?
Don't you see
That the charade is over?
And all the "Best Deceptions"
And "Clever Cover Story"
Awards
Go to you.
So kiss me hard
Cause this will be the last
Time that I let you.
You will be back someday
And this awkward kiss
That tells of other people's lips
Will be of service
To keeping you away.
I heard about your regrets.
I heard that you were feeling sorry.
I heard from someone
That you wish you could
Set things right between us.
Well I guess I should have
Heard of them from you.
I guess I should have
Heard of them from you.
I'm waiting for blood
To flow to my fingers,
I'll be all right
When my hands get warm
Ignoring the phone,
I'd rather say nothing
I'd rather you'd never
Heard my voice.
You're calling too late,
Too late to be gracious
And you do not warrant
Long good-byes.
You're calling too late.
