Letting the telephone ring

I am letting the telephone ring cause I don't want to know why I don't want to hear you explain I don't want to hear you cry I have written so much about you so much I thought I knew words like water used to flow now what could I possibly have to say? she is someone I don't even know and all the things that you've given to me I see now were simply reparations they were gifts of your guilt they were my preparation I know I should be mature keep my feet on the floor but for some reason, I just don't want them anymore I know this shouldn't be important compared to you and I but I can still hear my questions and I can still hear you I can still hear you lie now vicariously I have her in me I want to peel off my skin let the water wash in you always said that I was hiding that I was hiding from you but you are capable of things I could not do you are capable of things I could not do I remember how you pretended how you pretended to touch me I remember how I couldn't bring myself to believe I remember wondering, what was wrong what was wrong how could I be so naive how could I be so naive?