Echo

She looks a bit too thin
As she leans on her Buick
I can't help but to notice
That she's too used to it, pops of red lips
As she waits for her tank to fill up
She has homemade ripped jeans
She buys pull-tab cream soda
Looking for something before she
Goes back to South Dakota

Looks herself in the mirror
She says that she hates Tuesdays
I ask her how she feels
She asks me where's my toothpaste
She could be someone
She says she could be anywhere
But I want it to be here
Her ambition gets me scared and I'm afraid to
Fall in love with somebody who isn't there

There are things that you will forget
Stay with a man and then a regret
Most of your jokes are starting to get old
And you never call me like you used to

I don't see her for three days
She said that we'd be okay
I let my guard down too fast
I trusted her like a match
She barely hides it
Goes by his place out of her way
And I start to confide in her
Because I swear that were okay
She tells me to wait so I will wait

And there are things that you will forget
Stay with a man and then a regret
Most of your jokes are starting to get old
Yeah, you never call me
Yeah, you never call me like you used to

There are things that you will forget
Stay with a man and then a regret
And most of your jokes are starting to get old
And you never call me like you used to
Yeah, you never call me like you used to