Some days I feel like shit, I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit, I don't understand why you have to always be gone, I get along but the trips always feel so long. I find myself trying to stay by the phone, Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone, But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call, But when I pick up I don't have much to say.
So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up, That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career, Me only saying "Where'd you go?"
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