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 $$#umed 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