31 and Falling - Chris Pureka

Well you call again

As if I don’t know what you’re going to say…

So let it ring

I can count the cracks in the ceiling all day long

I guess the birds they just went south

But I’ve got no where to go

It’s 31 and falling

I’ve been dreaming of you darling

In case you’d like to know…

God damn my wasted time

Ringing all the bells

If I could hold my tongue

Just long enough to get me through the door

Then you won’t know…

Rewind the tape while your back is turned

Fold my arms and pull the curtains closed

Bury the roses in the backyard

And darlin' never mind what I might have said, before, before

God damn my wasted time

Ringing all the bells…

I’ve got half a mind to lie to you

Half a mind to tell you everything I have to tell, to tell, to tell

I’ve been wasting my time I know I know better

And I’m tired of waxing sentimental

I’m tired of saying please, please

Tired of waiting

I’m tired of waiting

You call again

As if I don’t know what you’re going to say…