These walls are strange, they're the only thing you hate. And we're all innocent we say, and we'll spend out lives detained. And I wrote you a letter
I recall a time when I wouldn't have to lie when talking about you to my friends. With a hope inside and another drink so I can tell them all the truth
Wasted Prepaid minutes on your cell phone, call me when you get home I promise I'll be there. Wasted prepaid minutes on your cell phone
