Detachment

Verse I’ve pulled through it’s finished it’s over and done Now I want to sit back don’t wait for the phone Like a fingertip on strings You’d wail if I said these things Have to lay awake guilty once you sleep Or would you take me in your arms and weep? I’m culpable for your scornful ways And I can still taste better days Now maybe it is for the best But I’ve lost interest I’ve pulled through it’s finshed it’s over and done Now I want to sit back don’t wait for the phone