Telephone

I hear a voice inside my head
A buzzing running down the landline
Hand me a telephone

The silence on the other side
I hear you breathing but you don’t say
What I’m hiding when I’m lying around

Tell me it’s a heartache
And I won’t need a neck brace
When you call me out

I get a ringing in my ear
I pull it over from the back seat
Grieving the last time you called me to talk
But I could not listen
I know now to listen up

Hold please, I can hardly remember your body
Have you gone too far?
You ask me, “What’s the difference?”
And lean in for the last kiss
And hang up the telephone
Oh, but I heard it all
Got the message loud and clear, my love