Letra de Forecasting

Soon I'll be done with your episodic freaks, then your silence, then you saying you miss the way things were. Since I've surrendered to your capricious terms and I tried to mend what you say it's hurt, I never sensed. You want what anyone wants as long as you're to get it first. You want the best, the myst, the dress. You want the heat but no thirst. I'm done with forecasting, looking for that thing you won't tell. (Oh, there it is again). I give and bring the best of me but this is driving me insane. Soon what you've known as me no longer returns, I suggest collect your ocassional earns and salute the losses. You want the same thing most girls want, except you don't know what that is. You want the brightest and priceless and smartest weekends and fridays. I'm done with forecasting, looking for that thing you won't tell. (Oh, there it is again). I give and bring the best of me but this is driving me insane.