(One, two, three, four)

When nobody calls you on the phone
Don't break your bones over it
You'll only leave yourself lonesome
To show for it
When nobody calls you on the phone
Don't break your bones
Dyin' dead in a black sea of tears over me

When you're runnin' on the run
But you run, run too far
Can't fool you, buckwild
Well, deep in the country while cats get shot at
When you're runnin' on the run
But you run too far
Where the rednecks retail with the shotgun shell
Blast

When nobody calls me on the phone
Won't break your bones over it
I don't believe myself lonesome
To show for that
When nobody calls me on the phone
Won't break your bones
Dyin' dead in a black sea of tears over me

(Over me, over me now)
(Over me, over me, over me now)
(Over me, over me, over me now)
(Over me, over and over now)
(Over me, over me, over me now)
(Over me now)

(Yeah, yeah, whoa)
(Yeah, yes, whoa)
(Yeah, yeah, whoa)
(Yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa)
(Yeah, yeah, whoa)
(Yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa)
(Yeah, yeah)

Copyright: THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC
Writer(s): Kurt Vile