Worrying Kind

You call everything I do child's play
Now who's the one slamming doors
Who hasn't listened to one single word?
I don't need the phone call
Reading me the riot act
I can see what went wrong
And it will be right the next time

'Cause I'm going to watch out for every sign
Even though I never was the worrying kind
I'll pick up every crumb I find along the way
Maybe then I'll have understood what you meant

Gone away, time to see just how far
Your little feet can go
You weren't lying when you said adios
There was a time not long ago
Before you were calling shots
But now's the time you go around
Parading your purple heart

What do I do with this bag of bones
Rattle it now until kingdom come?
Will I ever find someone new
When there's nothing much new under the sun?