i'm sick of your lies
i'm sick of the way you want
and i'm sick of your threats
wait'l you're so bored
and i sick of the way you get
but you'll never be sure
wait'l i take off
you'll still be waiting someday
you're calling me with the blues
it's something i've gotten use to
you treat me like a meal
that you wanna throwyou treat me and you trick me
don't worry of the queen
and you don't show up
i'm sure you'll keep your tan
if the seats not sold
isn't that why you called
when the sun makes you look old you're calling me so what do you need
i know you think i'm such a fabulous person
that's not the point
just tell me which way did you fall just like that i've gone back on my word
i love you too much to let you fly with a bird
coming down from an aeroplane crash
tapping off the shivers on your cigarette ash
it's something i've gotten use to
that you'll get it together
you're calling me with the blues
you drive too fast, ? in your mirrors
i'm still one the fly
that you checked your mirrors
but when's the last time
i hope for your sake
the vision is clearer
you're calling me so what do you need
that's not the point
isn't that why you called
i know you think i'm such a fabulous person
just tell me which way did you fall.
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