Testo 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 better
don'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 better

How can we be so scared?
It's only words

And 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