I just need a minute to replenish who I am and who I am is so dependent on exactly where we stand I stand in any pose anything but tippy toes I want you to feel smaller always taller now I'm a cheerleader she a baller the difference in height is that I left my ego at the altar now every ring sustained and everything I taught you it's coming back around to me just like revolvers and every single click is just hammering it home who knew Russian roulette involved answering the phone until my signal dwindles on my channel is in Rome on my cell phone dies or it's cancer in my dome and dear Nick's the tone as I pull my *** pain out one of your short nose might blow my *** brains out but you ain't even pick up talking to myself exactly what you sick of restless did you get my message it's swirling around and so yeah come on no don't tell me that you care when I know your study there I left the story of my life on your answering machine can you hear me would you pick up the phone can you hear me are you there hello would you pick up the *** we were like if a tree falls in the forest and no one is around does it really make a sound that's romantic and profound but now we're like lumberjacks holding the axes that bring it down so I'm down when your message come back remember silence and return that sounds like timber there's some that can't see the forest because they liars but I can't see the forest cuz of the fire and in our prehistorics the flowers was rooting for us brontosaurus ate the flowers T-Rex ate the brontosaurus and then the T-Rex turned around and ate the florist that's why I lost my FTV endorsement but that's really not important my sadness is snitched my melancholy informant despair wears a wire my longing rapping a song my worry is a rap my lonely tapping the phone feeling kind of restless did you get my message it's swirling around in the storm I want to give you reasons tell you what I'm feeling but none of these lines are secure no don't tell me that you care when I know you're standing there I left the story of my life on your answering machine my tears run off your shoes like water from a goose you try to wash up all the dirt but your hands aren't getting to you hello, can you hear me? hello, are you there? hello would you pick up the phone? hello, can you hear me? hello, are you there? hello, are you there? hello, are you there? hello, are you there? would you pick up the *** phone? to make believers on receivers as you sit back and observe as the rubber curly cord just absorbs all my words will you collect us then connect us or neglect us on the hole into the wall then cross the wires on the telephone poles then bounces off the towers then up into the satellites then falls down back to earth to bring a broken heart back to life happens all the time lost the appetite and lack of sleep if it's dead and flattened line I'll leave a message at the bed hello, can you hear me? hello, are you there? hello, would you pick up the phone? hello, can you hear me? hello, are you there? hello, would you pick up the phone? hello, can you hear me? hello, are you there? hello, would you pick up the phone? hello, would you pick up the phone? would you pick up the *** phone? would you pick up the *** phone? would you pick up the *** phone? would you pick up the *** phone? hello, would you pick up the *** phone? hello, would you pick up the *** phone?