I'm sick of your lies
And i'm sick of your threats
I'm sick of the way you want
And i'm sick of the way you get
Wait till i take off
Wait till you're so bored
You'll still be waiting someday
But you'll never be sure
Your calling me with the blues
It's something i've gotten used to
You treat me like a meal
That you want to throw up
You treat me and you trick me
And you don't show up
Don't worry i'll be queen
If the seat's not sold
I'm sure you'll keep your tan
When the sun makes you look old
Your calling me so what do you need
Isn't that why you called?
I know you think i'm such a fabulous person
But 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 airplane crash
Tapping off the shivers on a cigarette ash
Your calling be with the blues
It's something i've gotten used to
You drive too fast for not checking your mirrors
I'm still on the fly that you'll get it together
When's the last time that you checked your mirrors
I hope for your sake the vision is clearer
Your calling me so what do you need?
Isn't that why you called?
I know you think i'm such a fabulous person
But that's not the point
Just tell me which way did you fall