(chris lindsey/aimee mayo)

You dont call for two whole weeks
Then you think Im gonna fall at your feet
When you walk thru that door
Like a cloud of dust you just disappear
Youve gotta lotta nerve to show up here
At a quarter to four
You think candy and roses are gonna make it better
Whatever

You say you needed time to sort things out
Youve been up all night drivin around and doing some thinkin
Your shirts untucked and your hairs a mess
I smell whiskey on your breath
But you aint been drinkin
Now youre telling me that you and I were meant to be together
Whatever

Whatever you say whatever you do
Nothings gonna change the fact that were through
You cant take a hint you aint got a clue
To think that I ever thought that you hung the moon

With your puppy dog eyes your petting my cat
Youre just hanging around tryin to look sad
Oh youre so alone
You wanna watch the sun rise and cook me breakfast
Whats it gonna take for you to get the message
You need to go home

You wanna make tonight the first night of forever
You say we can make it through this stormy weather
Do I have to spell it out in ten foot letters
Whatever