Pick up the phone I’m Pregnant with your baby I wanted you to know The dreams I’ve been having lately I wake up I woke up from an explosion And the city speaks in sirens In the wreckage is my angel of devotion A dying light inside him And I try to tell you something But my mouth fills up with water You say finally you found me And suddenly I’m drowning Pick up the phone I’m trying to say sorry The things that you should know Are weighing heavy on me Well it’s nothin’ can’t be fixed with a hot bath and A fifth of mother’s ruin All forgot for the duration with deranged and maybe even Drunken sex with strangers And his wife didn’t stop crying For at least a week, he told me But at least she got the kids and half a million I just assumed that he was sleeping And I fall in love in the only way that I know As I dive into the mouth of a hungry volcano And I woke, not recognizing sad reflections As I lay next to the next one with you on my mind Pick up the phone Pick up the phone Pick up the phone I let the wrong one go