Intro:

F, F, F, F

    F                     
i'm sick of your lies
        F    
and i'm sick of your threats
     F    
i'm sick of the way you want
        F
and i'm sick of the way you get
F
wait till i take off
F
wait till you're so bored
       F
you'll still be waiting someday
           F
but you'll never be sure
Dm                       G
your calling me with the blues
Dm      
it's something i've gotten used to
    F
you treat me like a meal
         F
that you want to throw up
    F
you treat me and you trick me
        F
and you don't show up
      F
don't worry i'll be queen
       F
if the seat's not sold
    F
i'm sure you'll keep your tan
         F
when the sun makes you look old
Dm                 G
your calling me so what do you need
Dm                 Dm
isn't that why you called?
Dm                          G
i know you think i'm such a fabulous person
    Dm
but that's not the point
                               F    F F F
just tell me which way did you fall
F                        F 
just like that i've gone back on my word
F
i love you too much 
           F
to let you fly with a bird
F                   F
coming down from an airplane crash
F                            F
tapping off the shivers on a cigarette ash
Dm                       G
your calling be with the blues
Dm
it's something i've gotten used to
F                          F
you drive too fast for not checking your mirrors
F                                F
i'm still on the fly that you'll get it together
F                         F
when's the last time that you checked your mirrors
F                        F
i hope for your sake the vision is clearer
Dm                 G
your calling me so what do you need?
Dm                 Dm 
isn't that why you called?
Dm                          G
i know you think i'm such a fabulous person
Dm
but that's not the point
                               F    F F F
just tell me which way did you fall