Telephone Song

Hello
I’m calling home
I’ve got a telephone telescope
I hear the look behind your eyes
Is this a bad time?
I’m glad you are fine
It’s good to hear you’re busy
And not up in your tree
Dreaming all the dreams we used to dream
I really don’t know what I got myself into
But I’ll know when a year’s through
I’m never coming back for you
I don’t fear the risk of being abandoned
It already happened
I’m just afraid it’ll be worse than before
Could there be more?
And I really don’t know what I got myself into
But I’ll know when a year’s through
And then I’m never coming back for you
If I still don’t know after one year
I’ll fall on top of my knife, dear
'Cause I’m never coming back for you
When are you coming back?