| A | F#m | G | |
| She says she hates to sleep a | lone, but she'll do it to | night. |
| A | F#m | G | |
| She wants to grab her tele | phone, but she knows it ain't | right. |
| C | F | Bb | |
| So if he won't | call, she'll sur | vive, and if he don't | care, she'll get |
| Dm | Dm7 | |
| by. |
| G | C | F | C | G | |
| Climb into | bed, bury her | head, and | cry. |
| From the beginning he was all anyone could have been. |
| They were delirious with love; they were certain to win. |
| Now he's breaking plans more and more, and he's leaving notes on her door. |
| Took a trip out of town, couldn't turn this one down; He said, "I guess I |
| should have told you before." |
| A | Dm | Dm7 | G | |
| She says she feels like she's ad | dicted to a | real bad | thing, |
| C | F | |
| Always sitting, waiting, | wondering if the phone will | ring, |
| Dm | Dm7 | G | |
| She knows she bounces like a | yo-yo when he | pulls her | string, |
| Am | Am/B | C | |
| It hurts to feel like such a | fool. |
| A | Dm | Dm7 | G | |
| She wants to | tell him not to | call or come a | round a | gain, |
| C | F | |
| He doesn't need her now at | all the way that she needs | him. |
| Dm | Dm7 | G | |
| She's on the edge about to | fall from leaning | out and | in, |
| Am | F | G | |
| And she don't know which way to | move. |
| She wants to be fair; she couldn't say he was ever unkind, |
| But if she could bear to walk away, she thinks he wouldn't mind |
| 'Cause he just keeps himself so apart and there's no one else in her heart, |
| So she's taking a dive from an emotional high and coming down hard. |
| She's determined to try, but she'll still give in when he gives her a call. |
| She'll ask herself why, but in the end it won't matter at all. |
| Sure, she could sit at home, stay inside and sleep alone with her pride |
| And as she walks out that door, she feels as weak as before with nothing to |
| hide. |
| repeat chorus |