Trampled

I never done it, only sold it To a couple of my friends And now they're telling me that they feel fine And it's a backwards way of thinking But it's all that I've got So I will keep it in the back of my mind And it's a lonely conversation with a stranger I met Asking me what I'm gonna do tonight But I will never sleep again, so you can come on over I bet you think we both could work out fine And it's a phone call, says you hate me Your boyfriend wants to know where I've been But it's a waste of time, you see I've lost weight My bones are practically sticking through my skin And it's a question of religion, a question I want answered It's an answer that is in myself But I am absent, and I am hollow Most of the time, I think I'm someone else And I am bored, just like a summer cop Think what I'm doing's gonna make a difference And I keep screaming and asking him to stop But I doubt he will, because he never listens My bed is small but I cannot complain Because it won't, it won't make a difference You could come over if that is what you decide And we could both stay up Try to watch the sunrise And it's a phone call, says you hate me Your boyfriend wants to know where I've been But it's a waste of time, you see I've lost weight My bones are practically sticking through my skin And it's a question of religion, a question I want answered It's an answer that is in myself But I am absent, and I am hollow Most of the time, I think I'm someone else But it's a phone call (It's a phone call) Says you hate me (Why do you hate me?) And your boyfriend, he wants to know where I've been (Why do you hate me?) But it's a waste of time, you see I've lost weight Oh, well, my bones are practically sticking, practically sticking Through my skin (Through my skin) Through my skin (Through my skin) Through my skin Through my skin (Why do you hate me?) Why do you hate me? Ah, but it's a phone call, says you hate me Your boyfriend wants to know where I've been But it's a waste of time, you see I've lost weight My bones are practically sticking through my skin (They're sticking through my skin) And it's a question of religion, a question I want answered It's an answer that is in myself (I got questions, I got questions) But I am absent, and I am hollow Most of the time, I think I'm someone else