13 Rounds - All The Rage

Don’t come to me with all your problems anymore

I can’t be your babysitter

That’s fine, call me a quitter

A thousand stories ‘bout your boy toys and your pills

You can’t keep your head on straight

Well, I can’t commiserate

(Why should I care?)

Always a one-sided conversation

(I can’t compare)

Gave you my time, but nothing’s different

Stop calling, stop calling

I can’t be the one to save you now

You’ve got to, you’ve got to

Learn to pick yourself up off the ground

Don’t come to me with all your problems anymore

It’s not that I don’t care

It’s just too much to bear

And I don’t wanna play pretend

Like our time will never end

Being your crutch is way too much

I wish there was a nicer way to say you suck

Stop calling, stop calling

I can’t be the one to save you now

You’ve got to, you’ve got to

Learn to pick yourself up off the ground

Stop calling, stop calling

I can’t be the one to save you now

You’ve got to, you’ve got to

Learn to pick yourself up off the ground

Say goodnight

It’ll be alright

Close your eyes

You might surprised

When you slip away

Into the altered reality of dreaming

You might wake to realize

That you were the one worth leaving

Stop calling, stop calling

I can’t be the one to save you now

You’ve got to, you’ve got to

Learn to pick yourself up off the ground

Stop calling, stop calling

I can’t be the one to save you now

You’ve got to, you’ve got to

Learn to pick yourself up off the ground

Say!