You're Not a Junkie

in a flatbed world you want a cadillac

you know you have my heart but you won't give it back

before you know for sure that you'll never be alone

you only let me see you when we're talking on the phone

everyone who knows you says i should be moving on

they see you won't dance with me when they play slow songs

the only fruit you give me are the ones that have turned black

you know you have my heart but you won't give it back

you know we won't be happy until you find someone new

you say you've never lied but nothing you tell me is true

you call me every other day to tell me you can't talk

i found you crawling so i took the time to help you walk

you went shopping for new friends who said to change your hair

now you only call me when you know that they aren't there

i put notes to cheer you up at noon in your lunch sack

did you hide them with the heart that you won't give back