It's always the same

I'm sick of always sitting here
and that every day's the same
I love it when you smile at me
and when you say my name

but I'm always stuck here
waiting by the phone
you tell me how much you like me
but then why am I alone

tired of wondering if you're with her
and accepting your false alibi
when you come over the next day
and I give in to your lies

I'm making the big gesture
throwing my heart into the air
someone needs to catch it when it falls
and I hope that you'll be there