Would you please
Let me slide a few words
Under your door
And would you please
Let me slide a few words
Under your door

The first three say "I Love You"
The last five "But I can't no more"
I don't believe in miracles
Not like I did before

And would you please
Let me slide a few words
Under your door
And would you please
Try to understand

There's a paragraph or two
Devoted to the memories that we shared
In the dramatized songs about how there'll be
No more memories
No more memories

And if you'll notice in the corner
There's a tiny little heart I've enclosed
Like a little surprise (Oh Yes I did)
And if you'll please ignore the smeared smudged writing
It came from the tears in my eyes

You're probably gonna get it
After a long day
You may not even believe it's true
I know you know, you know, you know my crazy ways

Yeah, but Sleeping Beauty is going to bed
She put a little tiny hole in her own head
Gotta find her own way home
Before she's dead

Yeah, but Sleeping Beauty is going to bed
She put a little tiny hole in her own head
Gotta find her own way home
Before she's dead

Whoa Sleeping Beauty is going to bed
She put a little tiny hole in her own head
Gotta find her own way home
Before she's dead
Before she's dead
Before she's dead

I am tired
Of crying in bathrooms
And lighting drags
When I don't even smoke

Writing to no one
Sleeping with the hours
And sighing
For a thousand things

So tired, ignoring your words
About a new girl

Watching flirtations
Whispered conversations

These Girls, they don't know
How they kill me down
Whenever they hold his hand
And these girls
I'm getting old, just by
Being 'round them
They're breaking the future
I'll never hold again

So blue, I'm scratching at nothing
The tighter you hold him, the stronger he gets
Inside I'm spinning, my lesson
Lipstick and perfume, and fanciful speech
My suitcase is packed by the door
In case he comes crawling, like he did before

Baby come get me, don't you look over there

And these girls, they don't know
How they kill me down
Whenever they hold his hand
And these girls
I'm getting old, just by
Being 'round them
They're breaking the future
I'll never hold again

And these girls, if I had my chance
Oh, I'll find a way to spell it out in the night
And these girls, it's dangerous
It's not their fault
But I'm so tired of being nice

Anywhere that I go, they appear before me
And everybody knows I'm addicted
To the object of their eyes

And these girls, they don't know
How they kill me down
Whenever they hold his hand
And these girls
I'm getting old, just by
Being 'round them
They're breaking the future
I'll never hold again

And these girls, if I had my chance
Oh, I'll find a way to spell it out in the night
And these girls, it's dangerous
It's not their fault
But I'm so tired of being nice

So tired of being nice
So tired, so tired of being alone

Writer : RACHAEL YAMAGATA
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group