Spoon

Wonder why it always comes
Always coming when you’re gone
Blame the timing blame the song
Every station had you on
You don’t want me, no you don’t
We don’t have to play this on
Minute talking minute gone
Minute talking
Minute gone
Minute talking minute gone
Only half of your heart on that tongue
And you never wanna talk about it
Every morning every night
Still cant find the reasons why
All you got is half a conversation
Hanging on one line
No pretending we’re alright
You keep crying, so do I
Minute talking minute gone
Minute talking
Minute gone
Minute talking