He'd probably be sippin' lemonade and readin' HemingwayUnderneath that tree out back in that same houseWhere all that love was made I'm sinkin' down on some corduroy couchEmpty bottles all around, quarter after twoAnd I'm still tryin' to start my dayMaybe I should call you up right out of the blueMaybe you'll pick up, maybe I'll get through this timeCause all I wanna tell you is you were rightAnd I miss youAnd I'm sick of me tooMy wonderin' eye, my little white liesAll the hell I've raised, all the times I've made youCry like rainTired of lookin' at myself, wishin' I was someone elseTired of nothin' to lose, tired of nothin' leftI've been thinkin' lately maybe it's time to changeMaybe I should call you up right out of the blueMaybe you'll pick up, maybe I'll get through this timeCause all I wanna tell you is you were rightAnd I miss youAnd I'm sick of me tooI wanna be your everything, not just a bad memoryI'd rather be your sweet dream come trueAnd I'm sick of me tooMaybe I should call you up right out of the blueMaybe you'll pick up, maybe I'll get through this timeCause all I wanna tell you is you were rightMaybe I should call you up right out of the blueMaybe you'll pick up, maybe I'll get through this timeCause all I wanna tell you is you were rightAnd I miss youAnd I'm sick of me tooI'm sick of me tooI'm sick of meAnd I'm sick of me tooI'm sick of me too