Testo Red Line

all alone again, the phone forgot to ringeven if it did, i doubt it would be for mebedside table photographs of you, half smoked cigarettesremember something too good to be trueand you called me and told me you were home watching movies with your friendswhiel i sit by the phone i guess i'll have another cigarettei guess i'll write another songif i could be anything i'd be an aeroplane and then i'd fly so far away500 miles so that you could look at me that waythe ceiling is so lonely when it's all that you can seelying here on my back thinking of your smileand the next time you'll show it to mei can't help being jealous of your room when you're in it all aloneand i can't help being jealous of your friends when you're having funand i'm stuck here at homei took the el today and everything reminded me of youand i remember how you sat on the stairs eating popsicles that turned your lips bluei knew it then i know it nowmy favorite dream has come truei love you so much and i'll never meet another like you.