end of the third round
as i put the phone down
tired of chasing
sick of this race game

end of innocence
you took with just one kiss
tired of losing
my heart is bruising

end of your letters
to make me feel better
down with the old games
in with the new names

end of my first love
you just had enough
chasing the the wrong signs
playing with my mind

end of the love songs
words just don't belong
here is a sure thing
you were a worthless summer fling