Pick up the phone I'm pregnant with your baby I wanted you to know The dreams I've been having lately
I wake up, I walk out from the explosion And the city speaks in sirens And the wreckage is my angel of devotion A dying light inside him
And I try to tell you something But my mouth fills up with water You say finally you found me And suddenly I'm drowning
Pick up the phone I'm trying to say sorry The things that you should know Are weighing heavy on me
Well it's nothing can't be fixed With a hot bath and a fifth of mother's ruin All forgone for the duration With deranged and maybe eaten, drunken sex with strangers
And his wife didn't stop crying For at least a week he told me But at least she got the kids and half a million I just assumed that she was sleeping
And I fall in love in the only way that I know As I'm diving into the mouth of a hungry volcano And I walk, not recognizing set of reflections As I lay next to the next one with you on my mind
Pick up the phone Pick up the phone Pick up the phone I'll ..., go