Losing you was a slow and burning timeline

And I could tell I disconnected from my lifeline

Did you feel as if you were confined?

I’m sorry, I truly thought we were meant to a line

Whenever we were together, I radiated sunshine

Now I’m calling hotlines

Feeling like every one of your jokes ends with me as the punchline

Was I not a sweet enough clementine?

When was I as tasteless as stale red wine?

Was I not a pretty enough valentine?

Even thinking of you is like being hit by a power line

From the second you and I were distanced by a minus sign

You were no longer mine

I knew I was killed off from your storyline

Ring, Ring, Ring, I’m calling your mainline

Please Answer, Answer, Answer I don’t want to be declined