i am letting the telephone ring   cause i don't want to know why   i don't want to hear you explain   i don't want to hear you cry   i have written so much about you   so much i thought i knew   words like water used to flow   now what could i possibly have to say?   she is someone i don't even know   and all the things that you've given to me   i see now were simply reparations   they were gifts of your guilt   they were my preparation   i know i should be mature   keep my feet on the floor   but for some reason,   i just don't want them anymore   i know this shouldn't be important   compared to you and i   but i can still hear my questions   and i can still hear you   i can still hear you   lie   now vicariously i have her in me   i want to peel off my skin   let the water wash in   you always said that i was hiding   that i was hiding from you   but you are capable of things i could not do   you are capable of things i could not do   i remember how you pretended   how you pretended to touch me   i remember how i couldn't bring myself to believe   i remember wondering,   what was wrong   what was wrong   how could i be so naive   how could i be so naive?