Digits, dial, digits, dial tone, monotone
Has she been feigning sleeping
Framing she been all alone?
Downslide on the sidewalk
I'm a distant ring, out of body
Out of body, pick me up
Oh, answer me
I just turned you over
Where it's sick, you might be sick
Gates are courting airplanes
And the clock's divorcing ticks
'fore I left, thought I'd see you at
The show, you didn't show
Didn't message, didn't call
You didn't know, didn't you know?
I'm a liar too
That's why I think I understand you
Someone from your building
Holds for me a door
I'm in your lobby, the elevator
I'm on your floor, the second floor
I can hear you now...
With my ear pressed to the paint
You're playing that cassette tape
That you took from me
To take to Iowa
And that was near three years ago
And now I'm back up in that moment
Playing that yard sale Casio
I sang to you from a red room
"Together we'll grey, grey, grey"
Does he sing to you as well?
Much better, most would say
I heard him laughing
But I prefer this to the silence
When your lips are sealed against his
Or if he fills your thighs with kisses
Or just for instance he's clawing your fat
Pushing your breasts into the mattress
You love a good many men
Uh huh, and loving me ain't gonna stop all of them
Like Adam, we are flawed
In the image of our Gods
Of our fathers, who never bothered
To consider they were not the only ones
Faith, ooh
Faith, oh, faith is the way to believe lies that we need
That to be faithful is to be truthless
But that's more than I need to say
I just don't run off and get married
And I'll surely be OK
Because I love you
(?) couldn't use
Gotta go now and pack my suitcase
I'm glad you're OK
And I love you
Happy birthday
I'll see you in sixteen days