It's all been said before and I am tired of the arguing   It's all just like before,    We're both one ear and out the other side   And so it drips away like teenage tears through thick mascara   And leaves me wondering just why I bother trying anymore         I wait for you out in the cold like a teathered dog         Sometimes I wish they hadn't found my rope and I had made it   Instead I'm sitting here berated by your subtle questions   And like you said before   I should just "get over it"   But tell me what you feel has been accomplished when I feel I'm three feet tall?         You're waiting for a white Mercedes I'll never own         I wait for you to come around   To no avail.