I'm sick of your lies   And I'm sick of your threats   I'm sick of the way you want   And I'm sick of the way you get      Wait'll I take off   Wait'll 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   [Unverified] 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