13 Rounds

Don’t come to me with all your problems anymore
I can’t be your babysitter
That’s fine, call me a quitter
A thousand stories ‘bout your boy toys and your pills
You can’t keep your head on straight
Well, I can’t commiserate
(Why should I care?)
Always a one-sided conversation
(I can’t compare)
Gave you my time, but nothing’s different
Stop calling, stop calling
I can’t be the one to save you now
You’ve got to, you’ve got to
Learn to pick yourself up off the ground
Don’t come to me with all your problems anymore
It’s not that I don’t care
It’s just too much to bear
And I don’t wanna play pretend
Like our time will never end
Being your crutch is way too much
I wish there was a nicer way to say you suck
Stop calling, stop calling
I can’t be the one to save you now
You’ve got to, you’ve got to
Learn to pick yourself up off the ground
Stop calling, stop calling
I can’t be the one to save you now
You’ve got to, you’ve got to
Learn to pick yourself up off the ground
Say goodnight
It’ll be alright
Close your eyes
You might surprised
When you slip away
Into the altered reality of dreaming
You might wake to realize
That you were the one worth leaving
Stop calling, stop calling
I can’t be the one to save you now
You’ve got to, you’ve got to
Learn to pick yourself up off the ground
Stop calling, stop calling
I can’t be the one to save you now
You’ve got to, you’ve got to
Learn to pick yourself up off the ground
Say!