your stupid show

You gave me no reason, you just cut the contact
Some would call it treason
In the year the world went mad
I called fifty times, you would say you were busy
Dropped you a line asking how you were feeling
You said you were mine but lies can be deceiving
I know that now
Your 'mum could play taxi', this feels like a joke
We talk over email, I'm feeling so low
When did we get this messed up? I don't know
Second best in the contest of your stupid show
You needed an alibi to make up for countless times
You met my eye, looked away, went to Paris on a holiday
'Cus being with us isn't good enough
I called fifty times, you would say you were busy
Dropped you a line asking how you were feeling
You said you were mine but lies can be deceiving
I know that now
Your 'mum could play taxi', this feels like a joke
We talk over email, I'm feeling so low
When did we get this messed up? I don't know
Second best in the contest of your stupid show