Your Complex

Don't go telling me, it's gone wrong

Don't go telling me, on the phone

'Cause the only voice I hear is, my own

So, don't go telling me, it's gone wrong

That don't rub with me, I know betterDon't go telling me, it's gone wrong

And for Christ's sake, oh

For Christ's sake not on the phone

'Cause the only voice you'll hear is your own

So don't go telling me on the phone

That don't rub with me, I know betterHow can we be so scared, so little words

I know better, I think I know better

And it's not so complicated, it's not so complicated

It's not so complicated, is it?There's a wire of tension, between you and me

Why can't we disagree to agree?

That don't rub with me, I know better