Tell me is it hard
To answer my call
To press that button
On your phone
To speak up
To say hello
To hear me talk
It's not like it's too much
Is it?
Will it make you lose something?
Make you cry
Or make you tell a lie
Do I bore you?
Make you sleepy and dreamy
Does hearing my voice
Makes your worse day worst?
Does it kill?
That makes you squeal
For your life
Does it burn your ears?
Or eyes?
Or skin?
Is it too much
To hear me say
I miss your touch
Tell me
Is it the way I talk
My stories
Or the sound of my laughter
That makes you sick
Why you're on your bed
With an aching head
Too irritated
To far to reach
The phone that rung on and on
Each unanswered call
Costs a cut
A blood that drips
Tell me now
I don't know anymore
What to think
As I make
My final call for the day
Coz in the next few minutes
I'll be dead
With a phone in my hand
Here in my bed