Country Song Lyrics - Singles - 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 

[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