Remember the time I...
Ah, what's the use in bringing up the past?
That script has already been in production,
And the characters have all been cast.

But I keep going back to it,
Like a fly to a light.
But unlike that naïve bug,
I won't go down without a fight.

Call me stubborn, call me crazy,
I'm just waiting for your call.
I'm not wasting a stereo outside your window,
As I'm almost appreciating this lull.

A sheet of silence in my room,
Yet no sheets on the bed.
Everything is too afraid to make a peep,
As they want nothing more than to stay out of my head.