You call me wasted
You call me a sad sack of bones
You call me anytime you want to
Even call me to tell me to thank you for calling
You call me reckless
You call me the emperor of moan
You call me anything you want to
And then you beg me not to leave you alone
Call me up when you see me right
Call me up when you see the light
Call me up, let me hear your cries
Call me back when you finally realise
We can't turn the clock back
But we can wind it up again
You call me impossible
You call me an acquaintance not your mate
Sometimes you really get mad and then you call me your favourite thing to hate
Wake me up in the middle of the night just to tell me you'll be late
You can't see what you're trying to hide
You can't lick your wounds cos they're deep inside
Can't talk sweet talk when you can't think straight
Hold that thought while you hesitate
Until it's dark enough for you to see the stars
Now you're out you can stay away
Call me up when you've got something nice to say
I'm kind of tired but I still can wait
Till you change how you operate
Don't hate till it's too late
With no time to heal the scars
You call me lonely
Picking roses on my own
You got me jumping and running and hiding at the sound of your cruel telephone
Then you howl when I don't pick it up, you're like a dog without a bone
compositores: Carl Sentance
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