The Keeper

Saw you there on a Sunday when I called you that night
Seemed to never get the message but I left it in spite
I waited up
Am I chasing after nothing?
Tell me me what you need from me
Why you make this so impossible
Cause me all this trouble
Using up my time
I don’t even want it, not anymore
You’re not sorry
I guess don’t hold my phone like a bible
You get off making plans you don’t follow
Run me around
I look stupid again and you like it
I’ll be gone when you crawl out of hiding
Causing all this trouble
Using up my time
I don’t even want it, not anymore
You’re not sorry
You’re causing all this trouble
Using up my time
I don’t even want it, not anymore
You’re not sorry