Beatsteaks

Lyrics

you got me more time o the telephone
i had a hard time making the call
what you're dying about is drying me out
and what is coming is taking control
after you laid off your medication
i feel hungover, cut the connection

got no reason to communicate
know where your story goes
nowhere but down below

anything near you worth the attention
i cut the cord off my telephone
you're wasting my precious time
what your on about is just wearing me out
and i've been trying for too long