Take 2 or 3

from by Tim Blane

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I can’t believe it won’t occur to you to have at least the courtesy to say what you mean
My kind of crime ain’t worth the lines of a drama queen whose only skill is flat out denial
You get a rush from the thought of us kicking up a temper-flaring throw down scene
I know the signs- right before you cry, you always try the:
“I need a minute, I need a minute…” well

Take 2 or 3- call me in the morning
Even if you don’t feel alright
Take 2 or 3- call me in the morning
Even if you don’t feel alright

You seem upset enough to camouflage inside a club
Looking for the numb of a fix
And not ashamed that you have figured out, that when in doubt
To swallow all your problems away
You won’t address that your drunken mess leads you to the people who will just make you sick
I think it’s strange…you embrace the pain then you say
“Oh…A pill will kill a pill will kill it…" well

Take 2 or 3- call me in the morning
Even if you don’t feel alright
Take 2 or 3- call me in the morning
Even if you don’t feel alright

We’re moving aimlessly
Why can’t I cut you off
You’re like a drug to me
Until you start to talk

Why would think you were absurd when it’s easier
Reaching out for someone to blame
And I’m the closest one to grab I bet you think it’s fun
To show me all your crazy unwind
You look surprised when you realize that I’m seeing through your petty little girl games
Sometimes I might pretend I’ve never seen your kind before but
This is not my first rodeo, no, no it’s

Take 2 or 3- call me in the morning
Even if you don’t feel alright
Take 2 or 3- call me in the morning
Even if you don’t feel alright

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from You Can't Go Back, released June 1, 2011

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