Is this a joke?
Haven’t seen home in months
Haven’t seen life in weeks
Haven’t seen you for far too long
While I’m away, you call me night and day, wishing I was around
I’m home now, and what a fucking surprise… You’re nowhere to be found
It’s torture. Make up your mind
You’re making it hard to believe another promising word
I heard it’s supposed to make the heart grow fonder
Just a bullshit excuse to make me wait a little longer
Attention, your only desire, baby
While I’m away you call me night and day wishing I was around
I’m home now, and what a fucking surprise… You’re nowhere to be found
Now I’m home alone, staring at the phone, thinking I might implode
No clever rhyme for this line, baby, this is where it ends
I’ve made up your mind for you…