Don't Talk to Me
You see me on the way down
Sarcasm brewing in your eye
You call me up, what the fuck
Ask what's been new in my life
I'll shut the door and turn away
Can't take anymore of the pressures of yesterday
Put down the phone, don't make the call
Leave me alone, don't talk to me at all
I work part time (Part time), it pays almost fine (Almost fine)
The bulk of my life is watching YouTube and sleeping in ('Till two)
I still live at home (She gives me money) I'm mostly alone (When I'm in need)
I don't pay rent and my mom sometimes makes me sandwiches (Fuck crust)
I'll shut the door and turn away
Can't take anymore of the pressures of yesterday
Put down the phone, don't make the call
Leave me alone, don't talk to me at all
You say you're married, you stopped selling weed
But I don't care how you turned out, so don't rub it in
I still think you're a tool, like back in high school
But pay for my next round and I'll pretend I'm listening
I'll shut the door and turn away
Can't take anymore of the pressures of yesterday
Put down the phone, don't make the call
Leave me alone, don't talk to me at all
I'll shut the door and turn away
Can't take anymore of the pressures of yesterday
Put down the phone, don't make the call
Leave me alone
Don't talk to me at all (Hey, shut up, hey, shut up)
Don't talk to me at all (Hey, shut up, hey, shut up)
Don't talk to me at all (Hey, shut up, hey, shut up)
Don't talk to me at all (Hey, shut up, hey, shut up)
Sarcasm brewing in your eye
You call me up, what the fuck
Ask what's been new in my life
I'll shut the door and turn away
Can't take anymore of the pressures of yesterday
Put down the phone, don't make the call
Leave me alone, don't talk to me at all
I work part time (Part time), it pays almost fine (Almost fine)
The bulk of my life is watching YouTube and sleeping in ('Till two)
I still live at home (She gives me money) I'm mostly alone (When I'm in need)
I don't pay rent and my mom sometimes makes me sandwiches (Fuck crust)
I'll shut the door and turn away
Can't take anymore of the pressures of yesterday
Put down the phone, don't make the call
Leave me alone, don't talk to me at all
You say you're married, you stopped selling weed
But I don't care how you turned out, so don't rub it in
I still think you're a tool, like back in high school
But pay for my next round and I'll pretend I'm listening
I'll shut the door and turn away
Can't take anymore of the pressures of yesterday
Put down the phone, don't make the call
Leave me alone, don't talk to me at all
I'll shut the door and turn away
Can't take anymore of the pressures of yesterday
Put down the phone, don't make the call
Leave me alone
Don't talk to me at all (Hey, shut up, hey, shut up)
Don't talk to me at all (Hey, shut up, hey, shut up)
Don't talk to me at all (Hey, shut up, hey, shut up)
Don't talk to me at all (Hey, shut up, hey, shut up)
Credits
Writer(s): Zack Papianni
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