Blurry Lines

Why call when I'm set to go

Why beseech when I'm set to say no

You weren't playing fair from the start

How dare you for the nth time tear me apart.

Can't  resist the strong pull

Think I've got my kryptonite in you

Can't help but be such a fool

You've got me breaking all my rules.

That stubborn head that you've got

Makes me oh-so freakin' indignant

It's not your call if I still want this next shot

Tired of the feeling like being trapped.

Tired of reading these blurry lines

Of reading those pathetic signs

Just get your shoes and head to the door

I'm near to collapsing once more.