Running away from your obligations
Won’t put an end to the conversation
The topic’s been brewing for a while
Never mind approaching it with style
You must attack the problem head-on
Even if it starts to feel morally wrong
You don’t have to have the answers
You’re a team player, not a freelancer
Help each other come to a conclusion
Don’t spend so much time in seclusion
Don’t confuse the act of cooling down
With running away and skipping town
You can do this, it’s a phone call away
Don’t put this off for yet another day
Three words, eight letters, say it loud
Before the hatred comes back around
Don’t let a small misunderstanding
Become your downfall, a stiff landing
Pick up the phone before it’s too late
Before the silence has sealed your fate
