I'm tired of hearing from you every six months
you call me on the phone wondering what's up
I'm trying to move on and all you can do
is wait until I'm almost there then trip me up

you're like a song from the '50s
that I am tired of hearing
I want to turn off the radio
I want you to go home

you keep slipping into my life
cling to me and you promise me everything
then you sneak off in the middle of the night
and leave me feeling like a fool