You sound so dead,
Your voice isn't making its way to me,
Leave a message saying, left a message,
Could you be holed up with a bottle?
Could you be waiting on somebody?
I can't afford to grab your tab anymore,
Baby but your tears are killing me,
You say they kick you when you're down,
I saw the mud on your shirt
You say you've nobody to turn to,
Your feelings are always hurt
But I get the messages too late to pick you up
I just can't pick up
Why do you always leave a message if I'll never pick up?