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 ’til I take off
Wait ’til you’re so bored
You’ll still be waiting someday
But you’ll never be sure
You’re 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
You’re 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?