Following me out of the city dump with the birds east of St. Claire, I make one mile and you cancel it out. It hurts me to know that you're still around. I'm a long distance runner with world record splits, but I don't know how long I can keep up like this. Please remember that I never said when you hung in there we'd still be friends.
I know that you've got a big heart because it has a place for the hearts that you tear apart. You left me, dear, but you want it both ways so you keep calling up with nothing to say except: \"Oh now, it's time to try some more!\" But we don't try anymore, not that way.