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I’ll be talking to your answering machine
Let me get through to the dispatcher
I’ll be waiting for you at home tonight
But you won’t come
I can’t get through
Of your digits, I remember three ones
And 420 at the start
My number began with those three, too
And in the morning, I could have rested
But by your lips, I recalled
How to read them—and what you said
You could have stayed, so why did you leave?
1113582 and me
I’ll be talking to your answering machine
Let me get through to the dispatcher
I’ll be waiting for you at home tonight
But you won’t come
The screen would have loved us
But we’ll scatter into separate corners
We’ll remember yesterday like a dream
And fly away from here forever
You were drunk, and I was suffering
Cities will keep us apart
You won’t even know my name
But hold me close anyway
Like wires, I’m left hanging on the line
My thoughts are scattered somewhere in the clouds
In places I’ve never been—though you could have
Stayed... so why did you leave?
1113582 and me
I’ll be talking to your answering machine
Let me get through to the dispatcher
I’ll be waiting for you at home tonight
But you won’t come
You won’t come
You won’t come
You won’t come
You won’t come