Call me, baby, when you're picking up the phone
I'll call you right back, maybe when I know you're alone
Baby, pick up the phone
Don't you leave me alone
Call me, baby, when you're picking up the phone
I'll call you right back, maybe when I know you're alone
Baby, pick up the phone
Don't you leave me alone

Bloody hands show the proof of the crime
I lost my mind thinking you were ever mine
I lost my mind thinking you were ever minе
I lost my mind thinking you were evеr mine
I just got used to the bad news
(I just got used to the bad news, the news that you told me)
I just got used to the bad news
(Fuck it, you'll be gone in the morning)

Tell me that you let me down
(I'm crumbling, I'm falling apart)
You think you hate me now
Tell me that you let me down
(I'm crumbling, I'm falling apart)
You think you hate me now

Call me, baby, when you're picking up the phone
I'll call you right back, maybe when I know you're alone
Baby, pick up the phone
Don't you leave me alone
Call me, baby, when you're picking up the phone
I'll call you right back, maybe when I know you're alone
Baby, pick up the phone
Don't you leave me alone

I don't want to have to wait for someone like you
I don't want to have to say it: I need you, too
I just got used to the bad news
(I just got used to the bad news, the news that you told me)
I just got used to the bad news
(Fuck it, you'll be gone in the morning)

Tell me that you let me down
You think you hate me now
Tell me that you let me down
You think you hate me now

Call me, baby, when you're picking up the phone
I'll call you right back, maybe when I know you're alone
Baby, pick up the phone
Don't you leave me alone

All black, tripping, caught her sipping out a double cup
Fuck around, sitting, tripping thinking that I'm not enough
Eyes roll back, fade to black
Come up short over and over
What's the matter? It's a fact

All black, tripping, caught her sipping out a double cup
Fuck around, sitting, tripping thinking that I'm not enough
Eyes roll back, fade to black
Come up short over and over
What's the matter? It's a fact

All black, tripping, caught her sipping out a double cup
Fuck around, sitting, tripping thinking that I'm not enough
Eyes roll back, fade to black
Come up short over and over
What's the matter? It's a fact

All black, tripping, caught her sipping out a double cup
Fuck around, sitting, tripping thinking that I'm not enough
Eyes roll back, fade to black
Come up short over and over
What's the matter? It's a fact