Pick Up

I think you're strangling me, but I don't know how to fix it
Yeah, I tried writing it down but the sentiment all got so twisted
I saw a cat on the road in the headlights glow start bleeding
And I was hit with the guilt, yeah, I felt so ill just watching

If this all starts to end
I hope that you're not standing alone
So you shouldn't be waiting for me

My baby called, but I didn't pick up
All that we can do is talk, talk, talk
Double not the wire, let your lips stay shut
My baby called, but I didn't pick up

Looked up, the silhouettes crawl on your bedroom wall in the half light
I texted anyway, then if you're going to sleep comma goodnight
And then I got in my car and I drove to the lips in the ghost town
And I dug a big hole and I swallowed my sorrys and I laid down

When this all starts to end
I hope there is some bone at your feet
A temple for the blood on your knees
So you shouldn't be standing with me

My baby called, but I didn't pick up
All that we can do is talk, talk, talk
Double not the wire, let your lips stay shut
My baby called, but I didn't pick up

The water we're wasting
We're looking so frustrated in the cut scene
You're faking a smile
Your face against the tiles of the death dream
Eternal appointing the life in the recording of the green screen
The minutes are mentions, the silence is expanding to the blood stream

My baby called, but I didn't pick up
All that we can do is talk, talk, talk
Double not the wire, let your lips stay shut
My baby called, but I didn't pick up
Muzzle the desire, let your lips stay shut
My baby called, but I didn't pick up



Credits
Writer(s): Jim Beavers, Frank Rogers
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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