Maybe you're just passing through and maybe ill get sick of you
But baby make sure that you do
Maybe the sky will show me blue
And ill fade away like I seem to do 
But it don't mean I don't wanna love you
So call me aside, scared of alone
Just call me on the telephone
I know you're gonna fix me up with your silver talking spoon
If you drop the ball before you bat im gonna keep moving on 
You know im used to that 
But im gonna write you like you do right next to me
No I wont write you like you're used to
No I wont get used to you loving me