You got me one more time on the telephone
I had a hard time making the call
What you're dying about is drying me out
And what is coming is taking control
After you laid off your medication
I feel hungover, cut the connection
I had a hard time making the call
What you're dying about is drying me out
And what is coming is taking control
After you laid off your medication
I feel hungover, cut the connection
Got no reason to communicate
Know where your story goes
Nowhere but down below
Ain't complaining
Anything near you worth the attention
I cut the cord off my telephone
You're not wasting my precious time
What your on about is just wearing me out
And I've been trying for too long
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