The Art of Telemarketing (feat. 4rsef4ace)

I'm the days you can't forget
And the nights that you regret
As you gaze into the mirror
Hoping to see somebody else
I tell you for certain
That it isn't ever real unless it hurts
And in love and sex the more you try
The less it works
We both know innocence
Is something that you lose
But it's cut away all on its own
And you seldom get to choose
The knife to pierce your skin
The cradle that you're held in
Whatever loser takes you in

I don't wanna stay under the light
But it's too cold to fall into place tonight
Is this just the hard way
To get right
Call me when you're okay
Call me when you're home

Will your carbonated water
Help to wash the taste back down
As you click off the screen
Like it didn't mean anything
But she follows you into bed
In your dreams and in your head
In a corner of your memories
Like a dog on a leash
Barking until you can't sleep
Cause you think that love
Is something that you give but can't take
That you can see but can't quite escape
And the only heart that won't fade is on demand
But it's not your fault
The joke's on you
You got caught
You never thought you could feel so small
And yet here you are
Dick in hand in a cubicle stall

I tried to explain
That I can never contain
And I just can't quit this Proxy-love emancipated
And it's hard to say
Just why I came
All I know is I'm not the only one

I don't wanna stay under the light
But it's too cold to fall into place tonight
Is this just the hard way
To get right
Call me when you're okay
Call me when you're home