Paroles: Beatsteaks. Ain't Complaining.

You got me one more time on the telephone
I had a hard time making the call
What you're dying about is drying me out
And what is coming is taking control

After you laid off
Your medication
I feel hungover
Cut the connection

I got no reason to communicate
I got no reason to communicate
Know how your story goes
Nowhere but down below
Ain't complaining

Anything near you
Worth the attention
I cut the cord on my telephone
You're not wasting my precious time
What you're on about is just wearing me out
And i've been
I've been trying for too long


I got no reason to communicate
I got no reason to communicate
Know how your story goes
Nowhere but down below
Ain't complaining

Ain't complaining

See I got no reason to communicate
I got no reason to communicate
Know how your story goes
Nowhere but down below
Ain't complaining

Ain't complaining