Madeline Adams
Telephone Daydream
Call my number, I answer the phone. It's a daydream, baby, I feel so alone right now. You don't care anyhow. I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed but I understand everything that he said to me. It don't go down easy. But I've been tryin' to tell ya' shit hasn't gotten this bad for some time. Still hearts can still beat and my baby, my my baby, my baby, cross streets when I ain't lookin', would he die with me, die with me, die with me? What's the difference? I still feel the same even though I'm not supposed to. Even though he's miles away, he still calls me baby. I know distance makes the heart grow fond, but how the hell is it supposed to overcome [I can't make this out] so I push with my feet so I barely miss the bedpost in the dark. So I answer the phone. His voice sounds better than in person to my aching heart.
From Letras Mania