The telephone

my window is down even though its raining..
the same CD skips but keeps on playing..
why is it i'm always wrong..
why does this keep going on

unsaid words we're keeping while
these broken hearts are fleeting...
maybe i should let this go ....
no....
we never did quite make this last now....

the sound of the door signals you're leaving...
there is nothing in my head
but voices ringing and the telephone screams
and i follow the feeling of this leaves me hollow...

(chorus)
no i won't answer the telephone.....
there's no one there to call my own..
i want someone to take me home...
no i won't answer the phone....