The Last Time

I’ve got an inbox filled with do’s and don’ts
Mailed postmarked with hearts
I’ve got stencils of relationships
Directions that tell me where to stop and start

But I lay awake in the dark
And think about what I really want to spark…

And I swear it’s the last time
That I wake up at bedtime
And I swear it’s the last time
That I cry in the daylight
But all these questions beg those answers
The one’s I try to hide- so no.
You can’t have it this or that way
I’m not answering, apologizing or thinking
I don’t feel very receptive today.

I’ve got texts with your name on the head
Through the content all I’m reading is “you’ll let me down.”
And it’s stinging so I start to sweat out all my frowns.

And I close my eyes to sleep it off
But my mind stays fully awake

And I scream it’s the last time
That I wake up at bedtime
And I scream it’s the last time
That I cry in the daylight
And all these questions beg those answers,
The one’s I try to hide- so no.
You can’t have it this or that way
And no I’m not answering, apologizing or thinking.
No, I don’t feel very receptive today.

So this is the part where I’ll call you up crying
Oh baby, please.
And this is the part where we act like I’m dying
Because we both need you to rescue me…
But I’m lying awake in the dark
The dial tone rings in my heart
But I close my eyes to sleep it off and I say

I swear, it’s the last time because I’m not feeling very receptive…today.