I heard about your trip. 
I heard about your souveneirs. 
I heard about the cool breeze in the cool nights, 
And the cool guys, 
That you spent them with. 
I guess I should have heard of them from you. 
I guess I should have heard of them from you. 

Don't you see, don't you see, 
That the charade is over? 
And all the best deceptions, 
And the clever cover story awards, 
Go to you. 
So kiss me hard cause this'll be the last time that I let you. 

You will be back someday, 
And this awkward kiss that tells of other people's lips, 
Will be of service to keeping you away. 

I heard about your regrets. 
I heard that you were feeling sorry. 
I heard from someone that you wished you could, 
Set things right between us. 
I guess I should have heard of that from you. 
I guess I should have heard of that from you. 

Don't you see, don't you see, 
That the charade is over? 
And all the best deceptions, 
And the clever cover story awards, 
Go to you. 
So kiss me hard cause this'll be the last time that I let you. 

You will be back someday, 
And this awkward kiss that screams of other people's lips, 
Will be of service to keeping you away. 
To keeping you away. 

I'm waiting for blood, 
To flow to my fingers. 
I'll be all right when my hands get warm. 
Ignoring the phone. 
I'd rather say nothing. 
I'd rather you never heard my voice. 
You're calling too late, 
Too late to be gracious. 
And you do not warrant long good-byes. 
You're calling too late. 
You're calling too late.
You're calling too late.

            ...Want to Spend Forever in Your Arms...