Guts

Disappointed,i hope you are

You should of called

I guess you had better things to do

With whom,i know

Getting angry

You can test me all you want

I used to play the chess game

Not anymore

Now days i’m just colder

And i won’t mess

What ya see is what you get

And i’m pissed with you

No more insecurity

You can stoop as low as you wanna go

And i’ll hate you

I’ll despise you

And i’ll worship you

You got my stomach in a grinder

Just one postcard email or a phone call

I’m open honest fair

Can you say the same things about yourself

Don’t hang around at the airport

You won’t find me at the bar getting drunk

I’ll be sleeping on my own

Having nightmares i’m your yappy dog

Lost with out an owner

Where is my partnеr

You are my spring time