Walls Could Talk - Live From Webster Hall

You didn't think I was really sad, did you?

Three days and I'm comin' back
I'm about four minutes from a heart attack
And I think you make me a maniac
But you don't know

Two years and we in between
But we both been here since we 17
Here we go, fist fight in a limousine
But they don't know

And we both hope there's something
But we bo-both keep fronting
And it's a closed discussion
But I'm thinking, "Damn, if these walls could talk"

(Oh-oh-oh) well, they'd be like
(Oh-oh-oh) "shit is crazy, right?"
(Oh-oh-oh) "I ain't your baby no more"

Been about two weeks since you went away
I'm about halfway through a Cabernet
There I go, I'm wastin' a Saturday
Sittin' at home

Told my new roommate not to let you in
But you're so damn good with a bobby pin
Now you gon' play me like a violin
Hittin' these notes

And we both hope there's something
But we bo-both keep fronting
And it's a closed discussion
But I'm thinking, "Damn, if these walls could talk!"

(Oh-oh-oh) well, they'd be like
(Oh-oh-oh) "shit is crazy, right?"
(Oh-oh-oh) "I ain't your baby no more"

(Oh-oh-oh) hey!
(Oh-oh-oh) no more
(Oh-oh-oh) I'm not your baby no more

I'm not your baby no more