You’re a silence on the phone
You’re a song with just one f***ing note
And I’m clued out cold
Like an off-color joke
Call collect to NYC
Everybody learns eventually
To go hang it up You go hang it up It’s really really easy
Yeah I put your letter down
But this graffiti finds its way around
I want to talk
Why you want to stop?
It’s impossible for me So here’s my trick, when I hear your «hello»
I know I’m listening to alcohol
Oh, I’m drunk on a call
Heard you found some other guy
Some high note you thought I couldn’t hit
But I never tried
No I never did