You’re all waiting, yeah we’re all waiting for the call on the telephone 
When I laughed back at the laugh track 
I laughed hard from all my soft parts 
and my smarts tempted to fix it 
to fit it into the rigid edges of what I live in 
attempted but it didn’t 
I’m sketching up something different 
a picture that was never pitched on thirty second clips, this is it 
and no amount of that will reconcile what’s missing, or isn’t 
but don’t it beckon louder if you listen 
there’s goes the recipe 
find the pressure that’s pressing me 
then tempter my tendencies 
too much to render a memory or forge an identity 
at the edge of my empathy, I’ve had enough 
and the walls they just might cave 
or I just might find that train to come and take me away 
but it’s sealed in cellophane, a melamine escape 
what better way to celebrate while I sit and waste the hell away? 
We’re all waiting, yeah we’re all waiting for the call on the telephone 
Hold on tight she begged me dearly 
I promise darling, I’ll won’t let you go 
The city lights seemed to dance so clearly 
behind the soft focus of the falling snow 
huddled close as the wind came tearing 
through the concrete canyon 
my fingers long since lost their feeling 
but I could feel hers creeping underneath my coat 
or that one summer evening 
in the grass, fireworks above 
we laughed between our kissing 
as the ash rained down on us 
and I never even looked to the sky to see the explosions of light 
every rocket took flight was reflected alive 
in the pale blue eyes of my love 
but I’ve never seen her before 
she just lived when my eyes closed 
but I could feel her so real, I swear her lips grazed my ear lobe 
I seen our family grow 
I lived those problems we faced 
I memorized her every line and know just how her skin tastes 
so go on and leave me to rest 
speak only sweetness on breath 
cause in my dreams we live and breathe and when I awake I am dead 
but that’s just tricks of the mind 
the lie the loneliness buys 
some dreams are so damn beautiful you hope you never wake up
You’re all waiting, yeah we’re all waiting for the call on the telephone 
And I’ve always got one eye on the clock 
and a nagging thought, something else and I knew it 
and it may not stop and it might be my ruin 
a spinning top on top of my “what the hell am I doing?” 
but this is it, this is the place, don’t let that high go to waste 
I can’t pull me down 
I don’t care what grass what shade 
I’m a turbine spinning blade 
I’m an oil rig drilling but it runs me dry 
sometimes I stare at your picture wondering how did I get here 
and compare your time to mine 
but that’ll get me nowhere probably 
I could blame it on the human body 
evolution of the movement sloppy 
breaker, breaker, does someone copy? 
With my hands up and my guard down 
and it pumped up, but it let down 
and it said jump but I stayed ground 
and nothing happened 
but something happened 
There goes the recipe 
find the pressure that’s pressing me 
then temper my tendencies 
too much 
to the edge of my empathy 
maybe I’ve had enough