[You] Call me over
You say let's have a little talk
I knew you'd treat me like a stranger
Did we happen at all?
Led me to the backyard
Back porch swing looks more like a guillotine
When your hand was on the rope did you shutter
To think of the clutter? Oh, no, no
Condescending
Is that the new way you talk?
Oh, how immature of me
To follow where you had led on
I was a trusting young pup
Falling into your arms open wide
You drained from me all the light, all the good I was made of
And kicked me out into the lonely night!