Intro:
F, F, F, F
F
i'm sick of your lies
F
and i'm sick of your threats
F
i'm sick of the way you want
F
and i'm sick of the way you get
F
wait till i take off
F
wait till you're so bored
F
you'll still be waiting someday
F
but you'll never be sure
Dm G
your calling me with the blues
Dm
it's something i've gotten used to
F
you treat me like a meal
F
that you want to throw up
F
you treat me and you trick me
F
and you don't show up
F
don't worry i'll be queen
F
if the seat's not sold
F
i'm sure you'll keep your tan
F
when the sun makes you look old
Dm G
your calling me so what do you need
Dm Dm
isn't that why you called?
Dm G
i know you think i'm such a fabulous person
Dm
but that's not the point
F F F F
just tell me which way did you fall
F F
just like that i've gone back on my word
F
i love you too much
F
to let you fly with a bird
F F
coming down from an airplane crash
F F
tapping off the shivers on a cigarette ash
Dm G
your calling be with the blues
Dm
it's something i've gotten used to
F F
you drive too fast for not checking your mirrors
F F
i'm still on the fly that you'll get it together
F F
when's the last time that you checked your mirrors
F F
i hope for your sake the vision is clearer
Dm G
your calling me so what do you need?
Dm Dm
isn't that why you called?
Dm G
i know you think i'm such a fabulous person
Dm
but that's not the point
F F F F
just tell me which way did you fall
