i see your face in the crowd
and you think you know me
and i think i know you
i see your face everyday
and you turn the other way
i never talk to you
your always talking to me
i never bother you
don't bother me
i never answer the phone
my mom will tell you i'm not home
you won't let up on me
i'm getting rid of you
i'm sick of hearing your voice
your gonna leave me no choice
i'm gonna get me a gun
and you'll find that i'm no fun