i want to sleep for days when my heart s sick she s calling and calling she s pouring salt in my wounds you ll be alone someday that s a promise it s shameful to know little girls grow up to be you never mind your best intentions i ve come to find these situations never cease to rest they always get the best of me you know that it s true fair weather go figure calling it quits had its run so i m calling in dead fair weather go figure some things are better unsaid so i m calling in dead i want to sleep for days when my heart s sick she s calling she s calling she s pouring salt in my wounds never mind your best intentions i ve come to find these situations never cease to rest they always get the best of me you know that it s true so pray to god it s all in your head that i never told a lie or never will again i m not your friend in fact why don t you hang yourself you re a blatant contradiction to your heart felt confessions