Your timing is impeccable
And I can't tell if that's something you strive for
Or not
Because it seems like every time the phone rings
I'm forced to say no
When all I want is to say yes
Because I don't know when
The next question will be asked
And jealousy was never my favorite
Dress to wear
But you seem to take all my hand-me-downs
But that one
But I'll sit here hoping that
The phone will ring again tonight
But expecting it not to be you