call and say youve changed your mind so i can sleep

maybe thats what theyre supposed to do
pull the rug from out under you
call and tell me that we're over
so i can stop wishing on this clover

green like your eyes
green with envy
green faced with the lies
and holding on for no reason why

i can clean my sheets
but not my past
i can love the person
but not the facts

and i can finally say im over it
over you and what i thought you were
even the good guys are jerks
but they hurt worse