Understatement

New Found Glory

I'm sick of smiling 
And so is my jaw 
Can't you see my frown is dropped way down 
I'm sick of being someone I'm not 
Please get me out of this slump 
I'm sick of clapping 
When I know I can do it better for myself 
I'm sick of waiting 
Sick of all these words that will never matter 

I'll write these words together 
Hoping for a chance to think on time 
And I'm tracing over your letter 
To see if your intentions are as good as mine 

But you're 
Getting worse 
I swear it 
It's hard to prove you're an understatement 
You're getting worse 
And I know 
That you'll be calling 
Calling, calling me again 

I'm dumped with everything 
That had the two of you 
Don't worry your pictures are already burned 
I'm dumped with new friends 
Don't sell yourself short 
You'll lose it in the end 

I'll write these words together 
Hoping for a chance to think on time 
And I'm tracing over your letter 
To see if your intentions are as good as mine 

But you're 
Getting worse 
I swear it 
It's hard to prove you're an understatement 
You're getting worse 
And I know 
That you'll be calling 
Calling, calling me again 

I can't help how I feel 
No I can't help how I feel 

But you're 
Getting worse 
I swear it 
It's hard to prove you're an understatement 
You're getting worse 
And I know 
That you'll be calling 
Calling, calling me again 

Calling me again 
Calling me again 

But you're 
Getting worse 
I swear it 
It's hard to prove you're an understatement 
You're getting worse 
And I know 
That you'll be calling 
Calling, calling me again