Waking up on the bathroom floor Cigarettes and a cheap guitar I know that you're gone for good Forgot me like I know you would Now I'm here writing lousy songs Not a clue where you could've gone Devastating how you left Nothing to misunderstand I hardly notice that you're gone though Who is gonna love me if I hate myself Don't you call me Don't pick up the phone Don't you call me Need some time alone Don't you call me Don't pick up the phone Don't you call me Need some time alone Don't you call me All that's left is a photograph Ripped apart and the other half Probably went up in flames And I'm the one to blame I hardly notice that you're gone though Who is gonna love me if I hate myself Don't you call me Don't pick up the phone Don't you call me Need some time alone Don't you call me Don't pick up the phone Don't you call me Need some time alone Don't you call me Don't you call me Don't pick up the phone Don't you call me Need some time alone Don't you call me Don't pick up the phone Don't you call me Need some time alone Don't you call me