Call Me

Waking up on the bathroom floor
Cigarettes and a cheap guitar
I know that you’re gone for good
Forgot me like I know you would
Now I’m here writing lousy songs
Not a clue where you could’ve gone
Devastating how you left
Nothing to misunderstand
I hardly notice that you’re gone though
Who is gonna love me if I hate myself?
Don’t you call me
Don’t pick up the phone
Don’t you call me
Need some time alone
Don’t you call me
Don’t pick up the phone
Don’t you call me
Need some time alone
Don’t you call me
All that’s left is a photograph
Ripped apart and the other half
Probably went up in flames
And I’m the one to blame
I hardly notice that you’re gone though
Who is gonna love me if I hate myself?
Don’t you call me
Don’t pick up the phone
Don’t you call me
Need some time alone
Don’t you call me
Don’t pick up the phone
Don’t you call me
Need some time alone
Don’t you call me
Don’t you call me
Don’t pick up the phone
Don’t you call me
Need some time alone
Don’t you call me
Don’t pick up the phone
Don’t you call me
Need some time alone
Don’t you call me