Pick a side

Sweet talk on Sunday,

gone cold by Tuesday night.

You’re sugar, then you’re static,

boy, can you make up your mind?

I’m not your part-time princess,

not here for peek-a-boo.

So tell me — when you disappear,

who the hell are you?

You’re hot, you’re cold,

you’re in, you’re gone,

I can’t keep track,

and I’m done playin’ along.

Do I matter always,

or just when you’re bored?

Pick a side, baby,

or I’m out that door.

You’re fireworks Friday,

Monday, you don’t exist.

You say I’m unforgettable,

then forget to call or text.

I’m not your mood swing Barbie,

not here to read your mind.

So who’s the guy you wanna be?

The sweet one, or the blind?

You’re hot, you’re cold,

you’re in, you’re gone,

I can’t keep track,

and I’m done playin’ along.

Do I matter always,

or just when you’re bored?

Pick a side, baby,

or I’m out that door.

Boy, your “sometimes” love

feels like “never” to me.

So either be all in,

or just set me free.

You’re hot, you’re cold,

you’re in, you’re gone,

I can’t keep track,

and I’m done playin’ along.

Do I matter always,

or just when you’re bored?

Pick a side, baby,

or I’m out that door.