Clean Slate

Talk to you on the telephone

She lives at least 3000 miles away

You came in the light wasn't on

Stare at me with flat dismay

Smile

Scream

Always so extreme

Your slate's far from clean

To step away just now

Your slate's far from clean

Always running out

Drop a line

And try to reassuer

It's not a contest to see favors weigh

Counting dimes is such an awful bore

Escape the argument I'll pay

Smile

Scream

Lose all self esteem

Smile

Scream

Not listening

At the start I'm sure I instigated

My sense of timing never keen

For sake of sight

We'd better find an ending

It's mych to late to be this mean