Scared to death of the telephone Cringe at the thought of ever being alone Ive got quite a lack of vertabre To say the words that i know i have to say Im burned out on your digital voice I wish i didnt have to make this choice Sometimes i wish i could fade away with you Just me and you in a padded room Were we doomed right from hello? If its all my fault i guess ill never know Where did all the good times go? If its all your fault i guess well never know I didnt want it this way When will the timing be just right? I know im running away Im scared of being right ...i hope you catch me soon