i don't feel like being home
you can talk to the machine
i need a minute or two to be alone
so leave your message at the beep
i don't want your cold line
i don't need your passed over vice
i don't want your meantime two cents advice
cross me off your things to do
i don't want to hear from you
don't get my hopes up with your promises
all this is nothing new
just didn't expect for you to be the one holding the knife
i don't want anything to do with you or your policies
i don't want anything to do with your way of things
i don't feel right
i feel wronged
this isn't how it was supposed to be
i think i'll write it all into a song
put it all behind me
cut my losses and move on
i don't want anything to do with your company