You're probably sippin' lemonade and reading Hemingway Underneath that tree out back in that same house Where all that love was made I'm sinkin' down on some corduroy couch Empty bottles all around, quarter after two And I'm still tryin' to start my day
Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through this time Cause all I wanna tell you is you were right And I miss you and I'm sick of me too
My wandering eye, my little white lies All the hell I've raised All the times I made you cry like rain Tired of lookin' at myself, wishin' I was someone else Tired of nothin' to lose, tired of nothin' left I've been thinkin' lately, maybe it's time to change
Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through this time Cause all I wanna tell you is you were right I miss you and I'm sick of me too
I wanna be your everything, not just a bad memory I'd rather be your sweet dream come true I'm sick of me too
Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through this time Cause all I wanna tell you is you were right
Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through this time Cause all I wanna tell you is you were right And I miss you and I'm sick of me too
I'm sick of me too Yeah I'm sick of me I'm sick of me tooTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
