Letras:Grey Area. Fanbelt Algebra. Rotten Eggs.

I want to let you know,
I still carry your picture in my wallet,
I couldn't get your attention,
screaming through the crowd.

But I know you saw me and you played it off,
I'm the one to blame,
I couldn't get enough.

I couldn't get enough of your abuse.
My friends told me it really was no use.
It was no use.

I tried to work it out,
I tried to think it out.
I sat home all alone waiting for you to use the phone.

Did you think I'd still be waiting?
Did you think I'd still be waiting?
Did you think I'd still be waiting?