nnI wanna see my baby but she always screens her callsnIt's been too many days since I talked to her at allnLast thing I heard she went to see her exnJealousy's fingers creeping 'round my necknI can feel her lips for hours as I daze through the daynHer touch a constant presence as I wait for her pagenOf course it never comes another late night mopenToday's depression, tomorrow's hopennNew day Old lovenNew crush Old painnNew drink Old newsnLooking for security dyed and lewdnnSick of psychos stealing my heart maybe they're just my fatenSick of love crammed down my throat (bitterness turns to hate)