Not like you need permission
Not like it's my decision
Or like you ever listen to me
Well, have I lost your interest
Or should I change how I dress
Just call the number on the bottom of your screen
Come again when you're ready to talk on my terms
I am an angry boy world don't get me
They all think I'm so sad
Let's just blame it on Dad
Well, how'd I get so mad
Oh yeah, I forgot to eat
Our love it died
I cried to Patsy Cline
Know that you changed my life
But I'm not sorry
Hold all my calls 'til three
Gotta write this apology
Yeah, hold all my calls 'til three
Gotta write this apology