You better stop when I’m talking to you
Listen to what I have to say on the phone
Tired of always, always getting your dial-tone
Don’t wanna leave you no message, neh.

I think so far outside of my head
I’m reaching too far I’m walking with the dead
I’m thinking too hard, I’m outside of my head
I’m reaching too far, I’m talking with the dead.

I’m not a member of your little crowd
I only wanted to make you proud
I’m not a part of your little black book
The one that sits upon your shelf

I’m sick and tired of always hearing you call me
I’m not listening to you anyway
Gonna leave you hanging here with my dial-tone
Don’t leave me no message, neh.