You're probably sipping lemonade and reading Hemingway
Wnderneath that tree out back of that same house
Where all that love was made
I'm sinking down on some corduroy couch
Empty bottles all around, quarter after two
And I'm still tryin to start my dayMaybe I should call you up right out of the blue
Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through this time
Cause all I want to tell you is you were right
And I miss you and I'm sick of me too
My wandering eye, my little white lies
All the hell I've raised
All the times I made you cry like rainTired of looking at myself, wishing I was someone else
Tired of nothing to lose, tired of nothing left
I've been thinkin' lately maybe it's time to changeMaybe I should call you up right out of the blue
Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through this time
Cause all I want to tell you is you were right
I miss you and I'm sick of me tooI want to be your everything, not just a bad memory
I'd rather be your sweet dream come true
I'm sick of me tooMaybe I should call you up right out of the blue
Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through this time
Cause all I want to tell you is you were right
Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue
Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through this time
Cause all I want to tell you is you were right
And I miss you and I'm sick of me tooI'm sick of me too
Yeah I'm sick of me
I'm sick of me too
