Clean slate

talk to you on the telephone
she lives at least 3000 miles away
you came in the light wasn't on
stare at me with flat dismay

smile
scream
always so extreme

your slate's far from clean
to step away just now
your slate's far from clean
always running out

drop a line
and try to reassuer
it's not a contest to see favors weigh
counting dimes is such an awful bore
escape the argument i'll pay

smile
scream
lose all self-esteem

smile
scream
not listening

at the start i'm sure i instigated
my sense of timing never keen
for sake of sight
we'd better find an ending
it's mych to late to be this mean