I was standing in that house
Tasting all my tears
Spilling my heart out
Just to have those years wasted
Staring at a man made of stone
Impervious to feelings
Think I'd rather be alone
Counting sheep on my ceiling
Than to hear you say right to my face–

"Are you done crying yet?
Are you done painting castles in your head?
Can you tone it down, or stay on the couch
So I can go to bed?
Are you done crying yet?
Are you done crying yet? "

Well it's been nine months since I left
And whole six months of healing
Summer's coming to an end
And I'm the best I've ever been lately
But, baby, you're still talking shit
Calling me up, belligerent
And I don't know what you want
'Cause there's nothing left to fix

Are you done crying yet?
Are you done painting castles in your head?
Can you tone it down, or figure it out
So I can go to bed?
Are you done crying yet?
Are you done crying yet?