Can’t Hear The Phone

Are you still there?
I can’t hear the phone
You’re probably too high
Apparently so
And I wouldn’t be caught dead without asking you so
It’s all I know
It’s all I know

Tomorrow I’ll be on my own
Pay the light bill
Get on with the drone
And I’m kind of at a loss
A gifted kid who just fell off
I mean, I wrote this song
I guess I write a lot

Wait for the right time
To make myself a life
Until then I can sit and think
About how this might be my prime
I'm only twenty-six, and I can’t stand still
Swallow a bitter sleeping pill
Drift off in a fever dream again
Oh, it’s a hell of a weekend

Reach out
I'm still all alone
Turn the lights low and bury me whole
I've sort of given up on everything
But my dumb luck
I think I might be fucked
My life served on the rocks

I'm only twenty-six, and it's feeling grim
I have the thought of thirty creeping in
I'll walk on the fine line of my youth
But I'm still waiting to begin and at the end of it
In retrospect
I can pick apart and make amends
Fall deep in my fever dreams again
There's an angel in my bed