60's

Oh how romantic of you
 To recite all my qualities
 Like you care
 How apathetic of you
 To just strut your ass around
 Like I'm not there
 Wait a second, stop a minute
 I don't need all your fuck up shit so
 I'm catching you right in the act
 Don't call me back
 'Cause I won't pick it up
 When You're calling
 Hold the thought and throw it away
 You've had your chances
 So get out of my way
 I'll kick you down to the ground
 If you don't trip
 And I won't pick you up
 When you're falling
 How sympathetic of you
 To guide me through life
 And change your plans for me
 How fucking lame of you
 To beat down my self confidence
 Consciously
 Wait a second, stop a minute
 I don't need all your fucked up shit so
 I'm catching you right in the act
 Don't call me back
 'Cause I won't pick it up
 When you're calling
 Hold the thought and throw it away
 You've had your chances so get out of my way
 I'll kick you down to the ground if you don't trip
 And I won't pick you up when you're falling