Digits dial, digits dial...tone, monotone 
Has she been feigning sleeping? 
Framing sheep and all alone? 

Downslide on the sidewalk, 
I'm a distant ring 
Out of body, out of body, 
Pick me up, oh answer me 

I just hurry over 
Worried sick 
And hoping, sick. 

Gates are courting airplanes, 
and clocks divorcing ticks 
Before I left, thought I'd see you 
At the show, you didn't show 
Didn't message, didn't call 
You didn't know, didn't you know? 
I'm a liar too 
Uh huh, that's why I think I understand you 

Someone from your building holds for me a door 
I'm in your lobby, your elevator 
I'm on your floor, the second floor 
I can hear you now 
With my ear pressed to the paint 
You're playing that cassette tape 
That you took from me to take to Iowa 
And that was near three years ago 
Now I'm back up in that moment 
Playing that yardsale Casio 

I sang to you from a red room 
(Together we'll grey, grey, grey) 
Does he sing to you as well? 
Much better, most would say 
I hear him laughing 
But I prefer this to the silence 
When your lips are sealed against his 
Or he fills your thighs with kisses 
Or just for instance 
He's clawing your fat, 
Pushing your breaths into the mattress 
You'll love a good many men, mmhmm 
And loving me ain't gonna stop all of them 
Like Adam we are flawed 
In the image of our gods 
Of our fathers, who never bothered 
To consider they were not the only ones 
(Faith, ohhh...) 
Faith oh faith, is a way to believe lies we need 
Then to be faithful is to be truthless 
But that's more than I need to say 
Oh just don't run off and get married 
And I'll surely be okay 
'Cause I love you 
They'll love a good many yous (?) 
Gotta go now 
Pack my suitcase 
Glad that you're okay, 
And I love you, happy birthday, 
See you in sixteen days.