Not Your Call

Call me as your acquaintance
You have grown impatient waiting for the spark
Of something special, but it's not
There, I talk when I get nervous
I'm glad you're bored, your dogs are weak
And walk about when we run out of nouns and verbs
I have not impressed you yet
You won't have to seond-guess your first impression
Everybody understands the art
It's fine not to be with you
And if I'm not at all, it's not a call you get to make
It's not your call, it's not your call
But you can think it over
You have thrown me under
It's psychosomatic
You can have it
You can think it over
You begin to wonder
If it is a call you get to make, it's not yours
Cling to all of your convictions
I have a prediction that the knotting in your gut
Will never slow or stop
And thank you for not sharing
I am no load-bearing boy, I blister and I blunt
I never slow or stop
I have not impressed you yet
You won't tell your friends a thing I don't respect
Everybody understands the art
It's fine not to be with you
And if I'm not at all, it's not a call you get to make
It's not your call, it's not your call
But you can think it over
You have thrown me under
It's not democratic
You can have it
You can think it over
You begin to wonder
If it is a call you get to make, it's not your call
If you got bored, it's not my fault
It never will be
It isn't now and never was and
Please don't talk, you never called
But it doesn't faze me
Just a bit, it kind of hurts, not at all
If it is a call you get to make, it's not yours
But you can think it over
You have thrown me under
So melodramatic
You can have it
You can think it over
You begin to wonder
If it is a call you get to make, it's not yours
But you can think it over
You have thrown me under
It's not democratic
You can have it
You can think it over
You begin to wonder
If it is a call you get to make, it's not your call
Don't you call