Understatement - BuKuNu 2ReaL

I'm sick of smiling And so is my jaw Can't you see my front is crumbling down? I'm sick of being someone I'm not Please get me out of this slump I'm sick of clapping When I know I can do it better for myself I'm sick of waiting Sick of all these words that will never matter I wire these nerves together Hoping for a chance to think on time And I'm tracing over your letter To see if your intentions are as good as mine But you're getting worse I swear it It's hard to prove you're an understatement You're getting worse and I know That you'll be calling, calling, calling me again I'm done with everything That had to do with you Don't worry your pictures are already burned I'm done with new friends Don't sell yourself short You'll lose it in the end I'll wire these nerves together Hoping for a chance to think on time And I'm tracing over your letter To see if your intentions are as good as mine But you're getting worse I swear it It's hard to prove you're an understatement But you're getting worse and I know That you'll be calling, calling, calling me again I can't help how I feel No I can't help how I feel But you're getting worse I swear it It's hard to prove you're an understatement You're getting worse and I know You'll be calling, calling, calling me again Calling me again Calling me again But you're getting worse I swear it It's hard to prove you're an understatement You're getting worse and I know You'll be calling, calling, calling me again

Decided To sneak off away from your stomach And try your pulse They captured What seemed all unknowing and candid But they suspected it was false She's playful The boring would warn you, be careful Of her brigade In order To tame this relentless marauder Move away from the parade She was walking on the tables in the glasshouse Endearingly bedraggled in the wind Subtle in her method of seduction Twenty little tragedies begin And she would throw her feather-boa in the road If she thought that it would set the scene Unfittingly dipped into your companions Enlightened them to make you seethe And there's affection to rent The age of the understatement Before the attraction ferments Kiss me properly and pull me apart Affection to rent The age of the understatement Before this attraction ferments Kiss me properly and pull me apart And my fingers scratch at my hair Before my mind can get too reckless The idea of seeing you here Is enough to make the sweat go cold