i know it's late but here in my apartment
the emptiness is touchable
and with sickliest scent
my heart's for rent
as is my time i'm here to live
and suffer without your voice
i'm begging you to pick up this f*cking phone
and answer me if you feel the same
or in this pain i'm doomed to be alone
pick up the phone
don't leave me here alone
pick up this f*cking phone
i know it's late but tears are hot
they fell like acid running down my cheeks
my face is a mess and i'm f*cking freak
can't imagine how you could look at me all this time
and smile like i'm something good
i eat my food
i breathe the air
but the long beeps tear my ears apart
if this is my death i'm ready to start
i'm ready to f*cking start
i wanna die
deliver me shiver
open up my nerves and leave
in this life there's nothing
but you caress i can receive
pick up the phone