And none of it means a thing
I'm not curious, I'm dead
Hey, I came home last night,
went up to your old house
Threw rocks at bedroom windows,
So I sat on your front lawn,
But you never did come home,
Oh, hey, you don't want to hear me
But I can always make you say
I can always make you say
Hey, I came here last night,
got drunk on a box of rocks
Called you up on your old line,
was hoping we could talk, talk, talk
But I got your machine, like a sinking anchor
I can feel your anger, and it's crushing me
Oh, hey, you don't wanna hear me
But I can always make you say
So can't always make you say
So I can't always make you say