Texty: Spin Doctors. Pocket Full Of Kryptonite. Off My Line.

I've been thinking lately, how to get you off my line
Don't seem all that easy but it feels alright
I've gotten rid of expectations that I used to have
And we don't get along, no it really ain't so bad, yes

Somewhere in between the blue and a red
And "This is temporary" is all she said, now
Someday things may be a little better than before
All these mysteries and they're knocking at my door

Alone in my room, I lay awake and dream
Sleeping half awake, I got to try to explain
I don't need your love and it means this much to me
I don't need your love, oh woman, won't you see? Yeah

Somewhere in between the blue and the red
And "This is temporary" is all she said, now
Someday things may be a little better than before
All these mysteries and they're knocking at my door

She must not realize what this means to me
I figured out her disguise, hey Mama, I'm not dreaming

I've been thinking lately, how to get you off my line
Don't seem all that easy but it feels alright
I've gotten rid of expectations that I used to have
And we don't get along, no it really ain't so bad, yes

Somewhere in between the blue and red
And "This is temporary" is all she said, now
Someday things may be a little better than before
All these mysteries and they're knocking at my door