McCrea Adams: Music/lyrics
SLATE
(McCrea Adams)
It's really over, I can stop pretending
don't even care what you did it for
I wrote you letters, but I'm not gonna send them
they can rot right in that drawer
I want the slate to be clean
Don't want your voice on my machine
After what you done
I want you out of my dream
I want the slate to be clean
The ringer's off, and I'm screening all my calls
don't want to hear about it any more
I hear your name it drives me right up the walls
I'm changing the locks on all my doors
Who was it looked out through those eyes?
Who was it told me all those lies?
Who led me into that big surprise?
You never really know what's gonna happen
blindsided by an old cliche
I introduced you to my old friend Joey
you disappeared that very day