Tile By Tile
At night I pace the floors tile by tile, step by step
'Til I reach a wall
No use in forging on
I try wholeheartedly but still end up on your lawn
'Cause I'm still waiting on my invitation
I shouldn't have ever gone
In the truck the whole ride writing in your condensation
I shouldn't have ever been calling it love
At night I take the calls from telemarketers
In hopes of hearing your drawl
I let them blather on
Without a thought I surrender my credit card
'Cause I'm still combing through missed connections
I shouldn't have ever followed you up
I'm out here, swimming in the wrong direction
I shouldn't have ever been calling it love
Am I still giving off the wrong impression
I shouldn't have ever dialed you up
And I'm still lifting all your old expressions
I, I shouldn't have ever been calling it love
I'm still waiting
