i had a big future planned out
i would learn to drive and take you to my house
we would skateboard and read a lot of poetry
then you'd paint on my back and i'd teach you to sing
and i tried my first cigarette with you
you took pictures and i kept blowing the smoke through
i took hit after hit after hit after hit
then i got so addicted you begged me to quit
but you had a different image in your head
i was never in your future, i lived in your past instead
so take me off speed dial
it's four in the morning, what could you have to say?
you're nothing but a liar
you asked to hold my hand but you led me astray
a week after i said goodbye
you asked if i was okay, and "it's okay to cry"
but here we are in my bedroom again
singing songs, taking pictures, forgetting what i said
you'll call me late at night
cause you'd love to talk but you can't ever find the time
and i'll be sad and asking stupid questions
cause you never give straight answers and ignore me when i mention
"what is the image in your head
of us in the future, do you see someone else instead?"
tell me the imagine in your head
you'd love to fall in love but you can't love me when i'm dead
so take me off speed dial
it's four in the morning, what could you have to say?
you're nothing but a liar
you said you'd always want me but you push me away
woah, woah
woah, woah