Telemarket Mishap lyrics

You have your own life I know, but show up you shouldI'm disappointed, my vision blurs alone on the curbEight weeks since and it's still the same“Something just came up, I'm so sorry”And maybe I've got needs that you can't cureBut I'm waiting by the phone until I'm sureLove like statistics, I've got a head full of hell alone in my thoughtsKill the subject; refine the joke, which ever prompts responseIn the moments you laugh it's still not enoughYou miss me, you can't mean thatAnd maybe you've got needs that I can't cureWe sleep in separate housesA Guarded head shapes the face and heartSo loss ain't badI'm trading processing for sleepSo it don't seem sad that I'm losing youBlotch the face, blood vesselsBroken heart and canvas skinWrite it all out you won't ever quite describe itLoaned to father for weekends and given back without the interestTrivialize memories, dumb it down to make it fitSyllables, grammatical, read and rewrite for the readerAll the bitter nights in my room alo
neThey won't know all my secret problemsOr the love that overcame us bothAn untold twenty-two year story So it's one tale and then another, I was saying earlierA Guarded head shapes the face and heartSo loss ain't badI'm trading processing for sleepSo it don't seem sad that I'm losing youWhen are you coming home