Do With You

Baby I don't know what I'm gonna do with you
We found your little note, shoulda had a talk with you

Cause you've been on my mind
I know I was out of line telling dad I'm giving up on you
I don't want to

I called you on the phone but I can't get through to you
I bought a ticket home; now I'm dreading seeing you

You give me no choice with your selfish attitude
You'll be pleasant if it suits your mood
Well fuck that

We get older in slow motion
Don't you throw it all away

Cause you've been on my mind
I know I was out of line telling dad I'm giving up on you
I don't want to

Baby I don't know what I'm gonna do with you