Paroles: David Ford. Other. I Don't Care What You Call Me.

I never made time,
You never made much sense
We never stood a chance,
If we're honest.

You were not the first,
And I won't be the last,
But if it makes it better,
Well you can call me what you will.

Get home late,
No one's here.
Pace around the house
And sit in my chair.

And if you think of me,
It doesn't mean a thing.
So why don't you just tell me
What you really think again?

I don't care what you call me
Because it won't hurt any more.

I know I let you down,
And Christ, you let me know
Every time
And time again.

Just another afternoon
Get drunk and disappear
So call me what you will

Rain it on down.
What else can you throw at me
I haven't heard before?

And tear me on down.
I am unforgivable.
So why don't you just tell me
What you really think of me?

And scream me on down
I am so forgettable
Yes, I know.

And shoot me on down
Don't you think this isn't killing me?
But it's no more than I deserve.

I don't care what you call me.
Because it won't hurt any more.