Letting The Telephone Ring

I am letting the telephone ring 'Cause I don't want to know why I don't want to hear you explain I don't want to hear you cry I have written so much about you So much I thought I knew Words like water used to flow Now what could I possibly have to say? She is someone I don't even know And all the things that you've given to me I see now were simply reparations They were gifts of your guilt They were my preparation I know I should be mature Keep my feet on the floor But for some reason I just don't want them anymore I know this shouldn't be important Compared to you and I But I can still hear my questions And I can still hear you I can still hear you lie Now vicariously I have her in me I want to peel off my skin Let the water wash in You always said that I was hiding That I was hiding from you But you are capable of things I could not do You are capable of things I could not do I remember how you pretended How you pretended to touch me I remember how I couldn't bring myself To believe, I remember wondering What was wrong? What was wrong? How could I be so naive? How could I be so naive?