The Country Song

i'm sick of your lies

and i'm sick of your threats

i'm sick of the way you want

and i sick of the way you get

wait'l i take off

wait'l you're so bored

you'll still be waiting someday

but you'll never be sure

you're calling me with the blues

it's something i've gotten use to

you treat me like a meal

that you wanna throw-up

you treat me and you trick me

and you don't show up

don't worry of the queen

if the seats not sold

i'm sure you'll keep your tan

when the sun makes you look old you're calling me so what do you need

isn't that why you called

i know you think i'm such a fabulous person

that's not the point

just tell me which way did you fall

just like that i've gone back on my word

i love you too much to let you fly with a bird

coming down from an aeroplane crash

tapping off the shivers on your cigarette ash

you're calling me with the blues

it's something i've gotten use to

you drive too fast, ? in your mirrors

i'm still one the fly

that you'll get it together

but when's the last time

that you checked your mirrors

i hope for your sake

the vision is clearer

you're calling me so what do you need

isn't that why you called

i know you think i'm such a fabulous person

that's not the point

just tell me which way did you fall