I'm sorry, once again
i guess you could say i'm still in love with a friend,

i tried to make things better,
and write you in a letter,
but not much has changed your still the same
and you just became the
object of my rejection

and welcome to a world
where i never know
what i want
where my days are long
and my nights are hot
and there's nothing for you to understand

and maybe on a  t.v show i 'll spell it out
nice and slow it's really not hard to comprehend.

tell me i'm i jerk and i don't know how love could hurt
but i can imagine...
object of my rejection

(bridge)
don't even forget to breath
remember to sleep a wink.
i know not what i do
this is nothing new

and bye,
to a life we never knew
to a love that grew

from an expression on my face
to a ludicrous embrace
that can all be broken down into sections
dear my sweet
object of rejection