You're probably sipping lemonade and reading Hemingway
Underneath that tree out back in that same house
Where all that love was made
I'm sinking down on some corduroy couch
Empty bottles all around, quarter after two
And I'm still trying to start my day

Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue
Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through 
This time 'cause all I wanna tell you is you were right
And I miss you and I'm sick of me too

My wandering eye, my little white lies
All the hell I've raised
All the times I've made you cry like rain
Tired of looking at myself, wishing I was someone else
Tired of nothing to lose, tired of nothing left
I've been thinking lately, maybe it's time to change

Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue
Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through 
This time 'cause all I wanna tell you is you were right
I miss you and I'm sick of me too

I wanna be your everything, not just a bad memory
I'd rather be your sweet dream come true
I'm sick of me too

Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue
Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through 
This time 'cause all I wanna tell you is you were right

Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue
Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through 
This time 'cause all I wanna tell you is you were right
And I miss you and I'm sick of me too

I'm sick of me too
Yeah, I'm sick of me
I'm sick of me too