Call my number,
I answer the phone.
It's a daydream, baby,
I feel so alone right now.
You don't care anyhow.
I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed
but I understand everything that he said to me.
It don't go down easy.
But I've been tryin' to tell ya'
shit hasn't gotten this bad for some time.
Still hearts can still beat
and my baby, my my baby, my baby,
cross streets when I ain't lookin',
would he die with me, die with me, die with me?
What's the difference?
I still feel the same
even though I'm not supposed to.
Even though he's miles away,
he still calls me baby.
I know distance makes the heart grow fond,
but how the hell is it supposed to overcome
[I can't make this out]
so I push with my feet
so I barely miss the bedpost in the dark.
So I answer the phone.
His voice sounds better
than in person
to my aching heart.