The Flipsides - 60's lyrics

Oh how romantic of you

To recite all my qualities

Like you care

How apathetic of you

To just strut your ass around

Like I'm not there

Wait a second, stop a minute

I don't need all your fuck up shit so

I'm catching you right in the act

Don't call me back

'Cause I won't pick it up

When You're calling

Hold the thought and throw it away

You've had your chances

So get out of my way

I'll kick you down to the ground

If you don't trip

And I won't pick you up

When you're falling

How sympathetic of you

To guide me through life

And change your plans for me

How fucking lame of you

To beat down my self confidence

Consciously

Wait a second, stop a minute

I don't need all your fucked up shit so

I'm catching you right in the act

Don't call me back

'Cause I won't pick it up

When you're calling

Hold the thought and throw it away

You've had your chances so get out of my way

I'll kick you down to the ground if you don't trip

And I won't pick you up when you're falling