Write me a letter on hotel stationery
And Ill write back to you, postage due
Your line is drawn in the sand to tie loose ends
So you won't ever have to look my way again
Avert your eyes to assert authority over me, Over me
Your line is drawn from the outside looking in
So you won't ever have to look my way again.
She said, I cant read you like empty pages
Blank as expressions on her face.