It's Tuesday And I'm sitting at my table Thinking about the defintion of possibly And it's one thing If you blushed and died inside And said "here's my number, my address, and here are the keys" But you just smiled Walking away and looking back Giving me a feeling that was so unsettling So here I go so I can finally know That you'll be calling me tonight on my telephone Baby I don't really know I don't really know I'm sick of this so here we go I'm telling you no I'm telling you that I don't really want to know Lies and lies that are misleading I think it's safe to say that you have gone way past words A week down Still no sign of you around Did you have the nerve to go and stitch me up? Now I know it's rough But I won't go and call it luck There's got to be a reasoning for her to show up Is this is a trick? Or could possibly this be it? I mean you tell me secrets and you call me every night Saying things like "I wish that you were here, Because your presence alone would make everything right" Oh baby that's a lie so no I'm telling you that I don't really want to know Lies and lies that are misleading I think it's safe to say that you have gone Yes you have gone And out done yourself I hope that you are happy With the things that you have done to you and me And you Can say it was all me But both of us know what you really were feeling So no I'm telling you that I don't really want to know Lies and lies that are misleading I think it's safe to say that you you you you you I'm screaming no I'm telling you that I don't really want to know Lies and lies that are misleading I think it's safe to say that you have gone Yes you have gone Yes you have gone