Ultimatum

I tried to call you but I couldn't get through.

Tell me, what the hell do you expect me to do,

When all I do is run around

And waste all my time tryin' to track you down?

You must think I'm some kinda clown,

A form of disposable entertainment you can cast aside

Then pick up again whenever you decide;

Or maybe you think this is all a big joke

And that I'll hang about doting on every word you spoke, 

Or that I'm simply too dumb to see through the smoke

Of the cigar you keep puffin' on,

While the time keep draggin' on

With me still singin' the same old song:

Telling myself you might be the one

And that one day soon you'll change from a frog

Into the person I read about in the prologue

Of your autobiography, 

A work of fiction designed only to entrap me.

But the truth is you just a damn disgrace-

Have me hunting for you all over the place

Like some stupid cat and mouse chase.

And the way I see it, you got a choice to make:

Either get in line

Or get the hell outta my face!