Clean Slate-Seaweed

talk to you on the telephone she lives at least 3000 miles away you came in the light wasn't on stare at me with flat dismay smile scream always so extreme your slate's far from clean to step away just now your slate's far from clean always running out drop a line and try to reassuer it's not a contest to see favors weigh counting dimes is such an awful bore escape the argument i'll pay smile scream lose all self-esteem smile scream not listening at the start i'm sure i instigated my sense of timing never keen for sake of sight we'd better find an ending it's mych to late to be this mean