Airborne

Well, you said that you would call me
 And when you didn't call me
 I gave you up for dead
 So I was working on a backbone
 And chiseling a tombstone
 When you called me up and said
 Through a wall of heavy breathing
 You thought it was relieving
 To be out on your own
 How a voice that used to thrill me
 Could cut me up and kill me
 On the fucking telephone
 You did not even send me airborne, anyway
 Why in the world I hung around, it's hard to say
 Well, it was just another Thursday
 Like any other Thursday
 Except that we were through
 We were wading in the concrete
 And digging through the scrap heap
 Deciding what belonged to who
 And all the treasure from the good days
 Was going through the last phase
 Of yours and yours and mine
 When something from the yours pile
 Shattered on the floor tile
 And you went off like Frankenstein
 You did not even send me airborne, anyway
 Why in the world I hung around, it's hard to say
 You did not even send me airborne, anyway
 Why in the world I hung around, it's hard to say
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 I think it's clear that I adore you
 I didn't mean to bore you
 Or grind it in so deep
 I had to place another call
 Didn't think that you would fall in
 With the company you keep
 And you tell me that you love me
 But you don't really love me
 You remind me every day
 When you're living on the flood plain
 It doesn't take a hard rain
 To wash it all away
 You did not even send me airborne, anyway
 Why in the world I hung around, it's hard to say
 You did not even send me airborne, anyway
 Why in the world I hung around, it's hard to say