you said you didnt wanna go, to the party
youre always backing out
you never hang around
said that it was getting late
youre getting sleepy
well its not past 1am
come on, i thought we were friends
so go to bed
or go to hell
i just called to wish you unwell
you wrote a song to tell the world, just how youre feeling
and you knew that i would hear
you had to know that i would hear
you never say it to my face, and its gets so boring
you write those stupid songs
bout everyone that did you wrong
so go to bed
or go to hell
i just called to wish you unwell
im over it