Unloved
Call Me When You Have A Clue
I know what you're thinking
Call me when you have a clue
It's so easy
To sit back and let somebody else
Do the do

I know things are heavy
And times are rough
But the worst you can do
When I'm feeling black and blue
Is to be all positive-like

(I wanna know what you got on your mind)
('Cause you're tearing)
(I said you're tearing my heart apart)

Misery loves company
And I don't think
You're invited
(I wanna learn I'm alive)
('Cause I love me)
Call me
When you have, uh
Any ideas
At all (You know I'm gon' get it for you)
What if I told you
I like my whiskey neat?
(But I can't quit yet, no)
Call me when you get it

I get all twisted up inside (Sometimes)
When I get the— (Sometimes)
When I get the reds

No, no, no, no
You stay
I'll go
I'm not dead yet

I'm feeling kinda, oh
You better get, go
Don't take it personal
Call me
When you have an idea

(Anything that you want)
(Any which way that you go)
(I got to know)

Rather
I'll call you