Side Yr On - Wavves

Called my mom, pick up the phone

Things were good, we could hang again

Call again and hang your head

Why is it all they hate is my friends?

How come that you’ve got a phone?

Things were good, we could hang again

Why is it a girlfriend

Could never be the same again?

Called my dad, he’s not at home

Things were good, but times were slow

Called again and hang my head

Why is it I hate my friends?