Finita

Well I found myself walking over the edge, a trip, a trippin on yesterday, oo, again. (x2)
I picked up my phone, I dialed your number and clicked up. A flash of hope, a damn of fear rose so clear. A voice the calm, for low of words. I asked if years have passed since the days of the lovely damn and storm
Well I've never been content with sharing a lover. I said I've never been content. But, his was mine that just couldn't fade. (x2)
How come you don't come around? You just fade away. (x2)
How come you don't come around? I've got so much to say
How come you don't come around?