60's Oh how romantic of you* To recite all my qualities Like you care How apathetic of you To just strut your ass around Like I'm not there Wait a second, stop a minute I don't need all your fuck up shit so I'm catching you right in the act Don't call me back 'Cause I won't pick it up When You're calling
Hold the thought and throw it away You've had your chances So get out of my way I'll kick you down to the ground If you don't trip And I won't pick you up When you're falling How sympathetic of you
To guide me through life And change your plans for me How fucking lame of you To beat down my self confidence Consciously
Wait a second, stop a minute I don't need all your fucked up shit so I'm catching you right in the act
Don't call me back 'Cause I won't pick it up When you're calling
Hold the thought and throw it away You've had your chances so get out of my way I'll kick you down to the ground if you don't trip And I won't pick you up when you're falling