I've been a taker too long, then realized what I had
I've been a tool and a liar, two things that I dread
She said "You fool, you gonna lose, you'd better compromise"
I said "Woman, I ain't cutting my hair for your lies"

Now, baby, you better pick up the phone
I build it up, you burn it down, it's been far too long
I've had enough of all your begging and all your damn lies
I pick my self out of a hole and put on a new disguise

I've seen the morning rise, look what it's done to you
I put you on a shelf, girl, for something shiny and new
Well, let me tell you, son, it's straight suicide
Picking up the pieces of your love and all the shattered lies

Now, baby, you better pick up the phone
I build it up, you burn it down, it's been far too long
I've had enough of all your begging and all your damn lies
I pick my self out of a hole and put on a new disguise