Baby hotline, please hold me close to youBaby flatline, still time to do it tooBaby snack time, chow down to herBut in her head she's a hoarder of quartersAnd no boundary board,I'm the boundary in boredomI can't tell it,your drinking eyes never openI am seeing somebody who's dying and I hate hopingWishing that the pills let you cry and I hate hopingSomeday I will go back outside and see her okay