So listen,
i join the queue on your answerphone & all i am is holding breath - just pick up i know you¹re there - can¹t you hear i¹m not myself - well go ahead & lie to me - you could say anything - [small talk will be just fine] - your voice is everything - we owe it to love & it all depends on you - so listen up - this sun hasn¹t set - i refuse to believe that it¹s only me feeling - just hear me out - i¹m not over you yet - it¹s love on the line - can you handle it - so how do i do normal - a smile i fake - a permanent wave of cue-cards & fix-it kits - can¹t you tell i¹m not myself - i¹m a slow-motion accident lost in coffee rings and fingerprints - i don¹t want to feel anything but i do & it all comes back to you - [-hear me out- this time you gotta listen to me yeah]- so listen up - look at me straight - just hear me out - don¹t make me wait - i¹m not myself - i can¹t take this - [love¹s on the line] - is that your final answer?
I've the lost the will to question. I've lost the ability to lie. I've lost all the lies. I can't believe. I can't tell the truth. That's the truth. And that's the only thing that means anything.