nHello caller who'll be your number nnDoes it even matter how hard we try?nDoes it even matter how hard we fight?nCause were on againnWere off againnWere on againnwere off againnYou're on againnYou're off with himnnI'm getting tired of getted used to missing you,nand the smell of his cologne is getting old too.nA life time of pain shoved into a few minutes.nWho'll repair my heart from the holes you left in it?nnHello caller he'll be your number one,nand hello caller he'll be there when you call.nHe was the problem and I was the mess,nSo you swallowed your problems nand choked us to death.nAnd i'l never get the answers nTo the questions that I'll never ask.nnWhisper confessions. Your lips burn to speak.nThey're speaking of your thoughts, wispering of deceit.nSay I lied again.nYou can trust me on this one.nYou'd take my hand and weigh you downnBy lying by omission.nnWe'll bury our love right where we dug it up,nIn that internet chatroom where we fell in love.nAnd on our grave, instead of two loversnIn remembrance of us torn apart by another.nnHello caller he'll be your number one.nand hello caller he'll be there when you call.nHe was the problem and I was the mess.nSo you swallowed your problems nThey choked us to death.nAnd i'l never get the answers nTo the questions that I'll never ask.nnI'll never ask themnn(sex noises throughout)nI'm getting tired, of getting usednGetting tried of getting usednI'm getting tired, of getting usednGetting tried of getting usednGetting tirednnI'm getting tired of getting used to missing you.nnYounYounnHe was the problem and I was the mess.nSo you swallowed your problems,nThey choked us to death.nAnd i'l never get the answers nTo the questions that I'll never ask.nnHello caller he'll be your numbern