I'm tired of these hang ups
I wish someone would call me back
It's all outta context, there's nothing I'm into
Call it a complex, it's really quite simple
I wish someone would call me back, how 'bout it?
I guess that everything is better wherever you are
And I'm so sorry to bring you down
I gotta plastic bag and a broken heart
Well, my tongue is hot and I'm singing songs
I guess that everything is better when I'm not around
I wish someone would call me back, how 'bout it?
I gotta time bomb headache that's sticking down
I'm tired of these hang-ups
I guess that everything is better when I'm not around
It's all about context, there's nothing I'm into
I'm tired of these hang-ups
Call it a complex, it's really quite simple
I guess that everything is better when I'm not around
And I'm so sorry to bring you down
I said that I'm so sorry to bring you down
Call it a complex, it's really quite simple
I got a million, only words for what you are
It's all outta context, there's nothing I'm into
