G C D G

I got time on my hands

I got space and the rent here is cheap

Lots o’new books to read

nobody botherin’ me

and I know what’s out there

and I could have plenty to do

don’t believe that yer someone

cuz I never think about you

C G C D

+sometimes at night I awake to the sound of the phone

+I let my machine go and tell you that I’m not at home

cuz I’ve got nothing to prove

I won’t beat my head on the wall

so just keep your distance, my dear

and don’t bother to call

and I’ll take my chances

whatever it is that I do

don’t believe that you’re someone

cuz I never think about you

+y’might think I’m evil unkind since I pushed you away

+I might be the devil himself, or you might be insane

well, you wanted your freedom

whatever you ask for you get

I was your bitch for a while

but I paid off that debt

and I wont be your friend

so lady, find somethin’ to do

don’t believe that yer someone

cuz I never think about you

don’t believe that yer someone

cuz I never think about you