tell me that i need a release, i'll tell you when i want it to end tell me to go get my piece, i'll tell you bout the hours we'll spend walking down the median, smoking down the man life is not the movie script going along as planned get away

[c] [e] all i know are my emotions, i cant say i know them well, [f] [g] hesitant to pick the phone up and call up jezebel [am] [f] when i do, her brother tells me that she's due back home from school [C] [g] she'll be riding back with all her friends while i'm rotting in my room and friends they say there's more to life with a long and listless sigh, 'no, i don't need no drugs no more but they sure do keep me high' and life is always changing, it's this chapter book to me chapter one was much more fun, than chapter 2 will be and then with me to chapter three and i can't plainly see how many of these ups and downs that there are bound to be well, now and then i still call you up, 'we're still good friends, you know?' but the last time i tried to call you up, all you said was 'no' and the answer to my query can be pretty widely seen, that this love is not as playful as you'd read in magazines these scribbles resemble words i wish i'd shared with you, but my time is up, i've messed it up and now i just feel screwed well i called again my old best friend but she's still not online when i finally get to talk to her, she says 'you still sound fine 'our history is just that now, no future for us then' and with that, the b hung up on me for the last time once again all i know are my emotions, i can't claim to know them well hesitant to pick the phone up and call up jezebel