Crickets - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I took all my time

Strained on my back

Used up a summer's level of emotion and conscience you lack

On anything other than all of the things I knew I’d never have

I mean to be kind but really I'm rude

Assuming a one-sided number on you

I know nothing of but somewhat revere

For reasons I fail to see that are here

Try but I try to get you out of my mind

But you keep coming back at inconvenient times

When I'm all alone in my life feeling sorry for myself

Go to hell

Or at least somewhere far but close enough that I can see your face

You know I miss you every day

Called you once or twice

You put me on hold

There was no wait music so I hung up the phone

And saw you day next and didn’t say jack shit about how your notable features were primed in my mind

Try but I try to get you out of my mind

But you keep coming back at inconvenient times

When I'm all alone in my life feeling sorry for myself

Go to hell

Or at least somewhere far but close enough that I can see your face

You know I miss you every day

Well didn't I notice that you would have eyes?

Didn't you notice that I might?

Try but I try to get you out of my mind

You keep coming back at inconvenient times

Like when I'm all alone in my feeling sorry for myself

Go to hell

Or at least somewhere far but close enough that I can see your face

You know I miss you every day