Your Complex

Don't go telling me, it's gone wrong
 Don't go telling me, on the phone
 'Cause the only voice I hear is, my own
 So, don't go telling me, it's gone wrong
 That don't rub with me, I know better
 Don't go telling me, it's gone wrong
 And for Christ's sake, oh
 For Christ's sake not on the phone
 'Cause the only voice you'll hear is your own
 So don't go telling me on the phone
 That don't rub with me, I know better
 How can we be so scared, so little words
 I know better, I think I know better
 And it's not so complicated, it's not so complicated
 It's not so complicated, is it?
 There's a wire of tension, between you and me
 Why can't we disagree to agree?
 That don't rub with me, I know better