Country Song (The Murmurs)

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 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