The jig is up. nYou know how I feel. nNow what've I gotta to to convince you it's real? nI guess that's why I'm singing.nnSo here I am, still alone,nwaiting patient by the phone, nbut I know that it's not ringing.nnYour addiction is my affliction. nI'm not your single-serving girlfriend anymore. nMy attraction is my distraction. nI've still got one foot out the door.nnSo here we go, none more time, none more day, I've got one more rhyme. nBut my confidence is thinning.nnI've said goodbye. nI've moved along. nBut I still fight flashbacks all day long, nand I think they might be winning.nnYour addiction is my affliction. nI'm not your single-serving girlfriend anymore. nMy attraction is my distraction. nI've still got one foot out the door.nnI'm so caught up in you. nThere's nothing left to do nthan waste my day away nworrying if you're okay. nThere's nothing left to hide. nIt's you I want to stand beside...nor maybe even far away.nnAnd I'll call you by your nickname nif I ever get to call you. nI'm waiting for next Monday, nbut I'm sure those plans will fall through. nI'm wondering nand wondering nand putting off my studying. nSo if I fail this test then it's your fault.nnYour addiction is my affliction. nI'm not your single-serving girlfriend anymore. nMy attraction is my distraction. nI've still got one foot out the door