You Call Me - Nazareth

You call me wasted

You call me a sad sack of bones

You call me anytime you want to

Even call me to tell me to thank you for calling

You call me reckless

You call me the emperor of moan

You call me anything you want to

And then you beg me not to leave you alone

Call me up when you see me right

Call me up when you see the light

Call me up, let me hear your cries

Call me back when you finally realise

We can’t turn the clock back

But we can wind it up again

You call me impossible

You call me an acquaintance not your mate

Sometimes you really get mad and then you call me your favourite thing to hate

Wake me up in the middle of the night just to tell me you’ll be late

You can’t see what you’re trying to hide

You can’t lick your wounds cos they’re deep inside

Can’t talk sweet talk when you can’t think straight

Hold that thought while you hesitate

Until it’s dark enough for you to see the stars

Now you’re out you can stay away

Call me up when you’ve got something nice to say

I’m kind of tired but I still can wait

Till you change how you operate

Don’t hate till it’s too late

With no time to heal the scars

You call me lonely

Picking roses on my own

You got me jumping and running and hiding at the sound of your cruel telephone

Then you howl when I don’t pick it up, you’re like a dog without a bone