The Keeper - Donna Missal

Saw you there on a Sunday when I called you that night

Seemed to never get the message but I left it in spite

I waited up

Am I chasing after nothing?

Tell me me what you need from me

Why you make this so impossible

Cause me all this trouble

Using up my time

I don’t even want it, not anymore

You’re not sorry

I guess don’t hold my phone like a bible

You get off making plans you don’t follow

Run me around

I look stupid again and you like it

I’ll be gone when you crawl out of hiding

Causing all this trouble

Using up my time

I don’t even want it, not anymore

You’re not sorry

You’re causing all this trouble

Using up my time

I don’t even want it, not anymore

You’re not sorry