Telephone

If these walls could talk
They wouldn’t say shit
All you left me with
Is your holy silence
The gears on the grandfather clock need replacing
But there’s no use counting all the time that I’ve wasted
There’s a disconnect in my throat
The signal has dropped from your thumbs
I just pray for a busy tone
I pray that you just hang up
Pitfalls
Job loss
Where do I begin?
Found a new love
What would you think of him?
Are you proud of all I’ve done?
Do you love me still?
Do you love me still?
Do you love me still?
And I take flowers to our grave once a week
The ground fertilized by the years of the grief
Been here for hours just laying in the street
The sound of your phone call just can’t reach
There’s a disconnect in my throat
The signal has dropped from your thumbs
I just pray for a busy tone
I pray that you just hang up
There’s a disconnect in my throat (In my throat)
The signal has dropped from your thumbs (Signal has dropped from your thumbs)
I just pray for a busy tone
I pray that you just hang up (Just hang up)
I pray that you just hang up
I pray that you just hang up