At night I pace the floors tile by tile, step by step Till I reach a wall No use in forging on I try wholeheartedly but still end up on your lawn 'Cause I'm still waiting on my invitation
I shouldn't have ever gone In the truck the whole ride writing in your condensation I shouldn't have ever been calling it love
At night I take the calls from telemarketers In hopes of hearing your drawl I let them blather on Without a thought I surrender my credit card 'Cause I'm still combing through missed connections
I shouldn't have ever followed you up I'm out here, swimming in the wrong direction I shouldn't have ever been calling it love (I'm still grieving)
Am I still giving off the wrong impression? I shouldn't have ever dialed you up And I'm still lifting all your old expressions I, I shouldn't have ever been calling it love
I'm still waiting I'm still waiting I'm still waiting I'm still waiting
