Elizabeth

Throwing dishes on the floor

Oh, I've had enough

I'd hate to think that I've become a bore and pain

This is such a chore

Oh, that's why I'm gone this late

I called you up, late, on the phone

Oh, but you're not there

And we went down home, we knew all about it

But you say

I'm not your type of guy

Oh, but you're left wondering if thats all I can say

I don't know how

But I don't want to breathe

You're not home but there's nothing wrong

You've lost your phone and your front keys gone

It doesn't matter, I'm coming up the stairs

Oh, please tell me then, what were you doing there?