just messing around

Lots of people have it

I'm a little sensitive, I admit.
When you don't come or call, I notice
And it bothers me, I check my mail
More often than it's healthy.

When I say you're welcome here, I mean it.
Plenty of room, like any lonely man
There's room; come on in. You'll see it.
The vacant spot is there. You can't miss it.

And when I ask you to call, that's what I meant
I meant call me, reach out. Bore me to tears,
make me want to sleep. I want that
Connection right now, I want to sleep, I need it.