I join the queue on your answer phone
and all i am is holding breath
just pick up, i know you're there
can't hear you i'm not myself
well go ahead and lie to me
you could say anything
small talk will be just fine
your voice is everything
we owe it to love and it all depends on you
so listen up
the sun hasn't set
i refuse to believe that it's only me feeling
just hear me out
i'm not over you yet
it's love on the line
can you handle it
so how do i do normal
a smile i fake
a permanent wave of cue-cards and fix-it kits
can't you tell i'm not myself
i'm a slow-motion accident lost in coffee rings and finger prints
i don't want to feel anything
but i do
and it all comes back to you
hear me out
this time you gotta listen to me
so listen up
look at me straight
just hear me out
don't make me wait
i'm not myself
i can't take this
it's love on the line
is that your final answer