Text: Kind Of Like Spitting. Free Advice.

I don't know what you want
I don't know what you need
I wonder if I'm annoying you
Like you're annoying me

Middle finger to the freeway
And your puppet show goes on
It's none of your business
Who she feels anymore

So you call her and you expect her to care
She don't care, who's in the wrong?
Even if it hasn't been that long
She's none of your business anymore

So you couldn't find a place
In your heart to put her
So this pocket of soil will have to do
It's none of your business
Who she feels anymore

When you call her you expect her to care
She don't care, who's in the wrong?
Even if it hasn't been that long
She's none of your business anymore
Even if it hasn't been that long
She's none of your business anymore