Screaming baby on your end of the line My static is your lullaby The telephone is cradled against my chin The cord is wrapped taut around my neck I wait to rest my head against your phantom shoulder Press my lips against the mouthpiece Begging you to pull the trigger
Rocking myself to sleep slumped on the sticky linoleum floor, The plug pulls off its socket with a pop My vision grows dark My song bellows through the air, it Swallows the walls that keep us apart
Life sways in gasps a breath struggles over sagging phone waves. The words I send trip off the line stretching two ends swinging high above the valley. I speak floating in clouds the voice may reach you over quivering cable wait, let me die, 'Don't disconnect.'
'Don't disconnect' - last words on an Italian youth to his beloved from his hospital bed using a doctor's phone
You listen to me But you don't hear me at all I'm not so sure you heard My screams and my bawls You left me to sit here, Watch me crumble and fall Now I'm positive You don't care at all Because you never pick Up the phone when I call Now I'll sit here alone And talk to these Paper thin walls
Now I'll sit here alone and talk to these paper thin walls
