David Ford - I Don't Care What You Call Me текст песни

I never made time,
You never made much sense
We never stood a chance,
If we're honest

You were not the first,
And I won't be the last,
But if it makes it better,
Well you can call me what you will

Get home late,
No one's here
Pace around the house
And sit in my chair

And if you think of me,
It doesn't mean a thing
So why don't you just tell me
What you really think again?

I don't care what you call me
Because it won't hurt any more

I know I let you down,
And Christ, you let me know
Every time
And time again

Just another afternoon
Get drunk and disappear
So call me what you will

Rain it on down
What else can you throw at me
I haven't heard before?

And tear me on down
I am unforgivable
So why don't you just tell me
What you really think of me?

And scream me on down
I am so forgettable
Yes, I know

And shoot me on down
Don't you think this isn't killing me?
But it's no more than I deserve

I don't care what you call me
Because it won't hurt any more