Letting the Telephone Ring

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?