Calling In Dead

I want to sleep for days

When my heart's sick

She's calling and calling

She's pouring salt in my wounds

You'll be alone someday

That's a promise

It's shameful to know

Little girls grow up to be you

Never mind your best intentions

I've come to find these situations

Never cease to rest,

They always get the best of me

You know that it's true

Fair weather, go figure

Calling it quits had its run

So I'm calling in dead

Fair weather, go figure

Some things are better unsaid

So I'm calling in dead

I want to sleep for days

When my heart's sick

She's calling, she's calling

She's pouring salt in my wounds

Never mind your best intentions

I've come to find these situations

Never cease to rest

They always get the best of me

You know that it's true

So pray to God it's all in your head

That I never told a lie or never will again

I'm not your friend, in fact

Why don't you hang yourself

You're a blatant contradiction

To your heart felt confessions