Heard about your trip.

I heard about your souvenirs.

I heard about the cool breeze

In the cool nights,

And the cool guys

That you spent them with.

Well I guess I should have

Heard of them from you.

I guess I should have

Heard of them from you.

Don't you see?

Don't you see

That the charade is over?

And all the "Best Deceptions"

And "Clever Cover Story"

Awards

Go to you.

So kiss me hard

Cause this will be the last

Time that I let you.

You will be back someday

And this awkward kiss

That tells of other people's lips

Will be of service

To keeping you away.

I heard about your regrets.

I heard that you were feeling sorry.

I heard from someone

That you wish you could

Set things right between us.

Well I guess I should have

Heard of them from you.

I guess I should have

Heard of them from you.

I'm waiting for blood

To flow to my fingers,

I'll be all right

When my hands get warm

Ignoring the phone,

I'd rather say nothing

I'd rather you'd never

Heard my voice.

You're calling too late,

Too late to be gracious

And you do not warrant

Long good-byes.

You're calling too late.