i've ignored all your phone calls
i've banged my head against these walls of blue
there's holes in the carpet too
i've sought it out in places that would never please
still i don't know what to do
not really listening, not really feeling a thing
still i don't know what to do
when i'm stuck in my daydream
when i stare at a magazine through my only window
i'm just a-hopin' that you'd call
still i don't know what to do
there been days when i felt so goddamn old
there been times my heart has been so cold
there's no one left to call
still i don't know what to do