letting the telephone ring

i am letting the telephone ring cause i don't want to know why i don't want to hear you explain i don't want to hear you cry i have written so much about you so much i thought i knew words like water used to flow now what could i possibly have to say? she is someone i don't even know and all the things that you've given to me i see now were simply reparations they were gifts of your guilt they were my preparation i know i should be mature keep my feet on the floor but for some reason, i just don't want them anymore i know this shouldn't be important compared to you and i but i can still hear my questions and i can still hear you i can still hear you lie now vicariously i have her in me i want to peel off my skin let the water wash in you always said that i was hiding that i was hiding from you but you are capable of things i could not do you are capable of things i could not do i remember how you pretended how you pretended to touch me i remember how i couldn't bring myself to believe i remember wondering, what was wrong what was wrong how could i be so naive how could i be so naive? -Ani DiFranco