It was a Wendensday afternoon 
I didn't have anything to do but wait for your call.
It was 5:00 PM when you finally called.

We were talking about everything.
Even the thing I thought we would never talk about.
When all of a sudden the conversation started to get deeper.

We talked  about us breaking up.
On what would happen with you and me.
You told me that everything was going to be ok.

We told each other that we would still be friends 
If everything was over. 
You started to play around 
You were acting like a fool around your friends. 

You told me it was over- but it was a joke.
I was getting mad because you keep saying 'it was over.' 
Why can't you make up your mind? 
It is not so hard to.

Decide whether you want to be with me... or not.