But it's a quarter past nine
and I'm standing in the cold alone
you didn't leave a note on my door
And the funny thing about it
is that I don't even care anymore
I used to lay awake trying
But there's no way in hell
you'd catch me doing that now
You can win a million dollars on the radio
You're always saying something,
but you really mean something else
You tell me that you love me,
but you really only love yourself
You used to make me think
But I'm through with all that thinking,
Come on, scissors, paper,
I'm done with all these games
No more games, it's time I'm through
it's time that the table's turned on you
Who can win a million dollars on the radio?
I'm done with all the years,
4.8
