hi, my name is none of your concern 
just listen and judge me for what you think i’m worth 
and you said i like the way your fingers play the chords 
i like the way you make me feel at home 

i heard you’re at it again 
i just called to say i never left 
and good luck, good luck, good luck i heard you needed some 
if your father could see the mess you made he wouldn’t like it very much 
you’re playing a game entitled, “hey they’re going to like me when i’m sick” 
just don’t lie in the bed you made yourself and expect me to tuck you in 
because i wont 

because i liked the way my fingers played with yours 
yeah i liked the way you make me feel at home.