It's a cold call to enemy soil
Past the tight frame
Behind which, in disgust, you recoil
When you said to leave a message at the tone
I know you were hoping for more
Than a click and a dial tone
But I don't know what to say
I guess it's all the same
Reason I pick my scabs
I know you don't want to hear about that
Especially in august
When you're taking a break
From an open season
Of listening to people like me
Whine and complain
Well, I guess I just wanted a feeling from this call
To feel like I did when I touched her skin
The few times it didn't crawl
The same reason I write checks from long dead accounts
I'm sending one to the phone company now
To cover the cost of these long distance bouts
With the answer machine
In your empty house
Past the tight frame
Behind which, in disgust, you recoil
When you said to leave a message at the tone
I know you were hoping for more
Than a click and a dial tone
But I don't know what to say
I guess it's all the same
Reason I pick my scabs
I know you don't want to hear about that
Especially in august
When you're taking a break
From an open season
Of listening to people like me
Whine and complain
Well, I guess I just wanted a feeling from this call
To feel like I did when I touched her skin
The few times it didn't crawl
The same reason I write checks from long dead accounts
I'm sending one to the phone company now
To cover the cost of these long distance bouts
With the answer machine
In your empty house