Reality - Electronic

You keep calling but I’m not at home

To give me your explanation

I’m not waiting on a telephone

With a feeling of frustration

I always thought that if you understood

You’d clean up this mess and you’d do me some good

I don’t need you anymore

I’m not the man you’re looking for

Can’t you see there’s nothing in your head

And your body’s on vacation

I keep hearing what I never said

You got me in your conversation

Now it’s too late and you get what you see

I don’t like this hatred, it just isn’t me